The Slave Master's Son by Tiana Laveen

Author:Tiana Laveen [Laveen, Tiana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, General
ISBN: 9781468161649
Google: 0uIPnwEACAAJ
Amazon: 1468161644
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2012-01-10T00:00:00+00:00

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The overpowering smell of cleansers created an uneasy, sterile environment in the house. Two weeks had passed and Jonathan had still not been located. Hannah dipped her hands into the warm water, removed the cloth, and continued to scrub the baseboards of her home. She hummed to herself as she went over the same section at least twenty times. Her hair was pulled back and adorned with ivory barrettes. Spiral ringlets hung sweetly from the sides of her face. A placid, eerie smile settled on her face. John spent all his time researching leads regarding the whereabouts of their son. Discussing the matter with Hannah at this point only led to fighting, but he still tried in earnest.

“Hannah,” John said as he came home from placing fliers around town. “I have some new leads. He may be in New Jersey, so I’m going to travel there this evening. You’re welcome to come,” John said exhaustedly.

“Like last time, John? So I can get there and find out it’s the wrong boy or maybe like the time before that when there was no child at all.” She looked back at the bucket of murky water and continued to scrub. John looked at Hannah out of the corner of his eye. Her favorite dress, once form-fitting now hung loosely as if she were a little girl playing dress-up.

“Hannah, how about you eat something today, hmmm?” He walked past her and went into the kitchen. He pulled out pots and pans. Soon, Hannah could hear the sizzle of bacon. She did not know that John knew how to cook. She smirked at the revelation, but the smile faded as quickly as it surfaced.

“I learned in war,” he said, as if he could read her mind. “As someone who came from privilege, none of that mattered in the war. I’m not going to coddle you anymore, Hannah. I know you’re hurting, but when we find him, you need to be well. You stay up all day and night cleaning and reading. I need you to be well. Come here,” he demanded. Hannah sighed and threw the dirty rag into the water. It plopped, making a splashing sound. She slid down into the chair while John placed a plate in front of her. Sizzling bacon and a fluffy flapjack were neatly arranged. John poured a glass of milk and handed it to her before sitting across from her at the table. Hannah begrudgingly toyed with her food. She picked up the glass of milk with a thin layer of froth and slowly sipped.

“Now,” John began as he lit his pipe. “I’m going to New Jersey this evening. I’ll be back as soon as possible. I shouldn’t be gone for more than six or seven hours. I wish you’d come with me, but I understand your hesitation. You’re afraid of yet another disappointment.” John blew smoke circles into the air. Hannah ate half her food then got up, knelt back to the ground, and began scrubbing again.

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