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She knew she had no choice, so she went on and took a grueling bath. For each handful of water she poured on herself, she cried almost an equal amount of tears. When the door finally opened, she stood in front of Jeffery. She was clad in a white robe. He signaled that she should come with him. She felt awkward in the outfit, but that was the least of her worries. She could not stop thinking of her son. Jeffery took her to a room. The bed was wide and soft. There were drinks in bottles all over the table…and food too. Soon after Jeffery had left, Captain Rufus Vernon walked in. “Get something to eat Nigger,” he said, pointing at the food on the table. She had not eaten anything decent in a while, yet she had no appetite. The thought of her son was weighing down on her mind. “I said eat something woman!” He said authoritatively, pointing at the food. She could tell he’d be angrier if she did not do as he ordered. She took a piece of bread and some fried egg and began to bite on them. She took a few more slices while Vernon undressed slowly. He gawked at her while he undressed.
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