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and held her face in his palms. “Tell your mother,” he said, looking into her eyes. “She must know, please tell her we will send messages to her as soon as we reach safety, but tell nobody else.”
    She nodded, he let go of her face and wrapped his arms around her. She did the same and they hugged for forever, then slowly he let go and watched her half walk-half run towards her quarters. She glanced back at him a few times and when she got to the corner, she halted, turned, and waved slowly.

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Chapter Seven
    N athan refused to listen to his mother, stomping across the living room where Suzanne spoilt herself with the breeze that came from an large fan in the hands of a slave girl.
    Her oversized body was spread out like a blanket on a bamboo-tree, lazy chair, which squeaked with every move she made. She quickly rested the cup of coconut jelly on the bamboo side table next to her as the sound of her son's feet crashing onto the wooden floor reached her ears. The sound of Nathan’s footfalls crossing the living room spelt anger and the boy wasn’t one to make any bones of his feelings. Suzanne pushed the slave girl aside and staggered to rise to her feet as if bracing up for a fight.
    “Nathan!” she thundered but he was already in front of his father's door by the time she was able to mobilize her over two hundred and eighty pounds of flesh and bones onto her feet.
    The sudden and continuous banging on Master Longstands’s door jolted him and made him wonder if a French war ship had been sighted—it was surely the only excuse anyone could possibly have to even think of banging on his door in such a disrespectful manner. When the second round of banging began, Longstands jumped to his feet and made it to the door in two long strides; he yanked back the latch and pulled in the door, only to be staring at Nathan’s knuckles just a few inches from his nose.
    “What is the matter, Nathan?” he uttered in complete shock. When the boy delayed in responding, Longstands poked his head out of the door and the angry voice of his wife hit him and bounced off the walls of the house. He retrieved his head immediately and pulled in the door a little wider. “What is going on with you two?” Longstands snapped.
    Nathan stepped into his father’s office without waiting for an invitation and slammed the door behind him, just as his mother approached, narrowly missing her face by a few inches. “Nathan!” her voice rang through the walls.
    “What the bloody hell is the matter? Nathan what has come over you?” Massa Longstands blurted, his face suddenly exhibiting a different color of tan that certainly wasn’t from the sun. He couldn’t understand what was going on, his son had never been disrespectful to him or his mother in the past. If this was about the slave girl, the whole issue had really affected the young man badly, Longstands thought.
    Nathan shoved the bolt back into place, locking his mother out of the room and then he turned to his father and locked his eyes into his as if to scrutinize them for any signs of objections to his action. When his father didn't seem to object to him locking his mother out, he slowly walked past him and took a seat at the edge of the bed.
    “Longstands, I demand that you open this door right now!” Suzanne’s voice came roaring from the other side of the door.
    “Nathan!” Longstands called out to his son very quietly. The boy ignored the banging on the door and pretended he didn't hear his old man, instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.
    “This might be familiar,” he said, handing his father a piece of paper that appeared to have been torn from a diary. Nathan opened his mouth again, but this time he spoke very slowly and very clearly, in a tone that bordered between a definite threat and a plea.
    “If anything, and Father, I mean anything, happens