CHAPTER 6

SOMEWHERE IN SALEM.

"Get the big bowl, Sally dear." The older woman's voice came from the sitting room.

"Coming, Mrs. Menah." Sally carried the big bowl to the living room, and the older woman took it gratefully.

"Come, join us eat." Mrs. Menah gave her a kind smile.

"In a minute, Mrs. Menah." Sally went back to the kitchen. She sat down on the small chair there, her eyes looking around, taking in her surrounding.

She's been here for a few days over one week. These good old couples she was giving to are the kindest of people. They treat her right as if she's a member of their family when she's only their helping hand.

She's no longer a slave, but a help. Now, she gets paid for the simplest things. This is the best life ever for a girl that was born a slave. She's supposed to be happy.

But she's not. Not at all.