The one where we meet a slave

I have been waiting for days to find out just what it is Fonce thinks I have done. Some of the shiny has worn off my happy. It was still there but not as glaring now, my joy is simmering but I am pretty sure bubbles of happy can still roll to the surface.

The other night I went to Fonce's wagons. I figured at the very least I could speak with Catch about helping me out. I have been exceedingly picky about slaves and I really do not know why. I think it has a lot to do with Lei. Every time a slave leans over and speaks to Lei like she is retarded I take my daughters hand and move on. She does not need her intelligence insulted on a daily basis. I do not understand the childish way so many collared behave but I have never been a collared woman. I suppose it is tied into how helpless and dependant they must become, like children.

Anyhow, I went to Fonce's wagons and found a red headed woman there.. She was quite unlike Catch had been, eager to meet people and quick to smile. This woman was miserable, but then she is chained to a wagon. I spoke to her briefly but it was easy to see it would be a useless endeavor on my part. Catch offered me a delicious meal and a seat once she finished feeding the chained woman. I tried again to speak to her but she is not fit for conversation yet. Just ask Cana! The Ubara came by, and I have a funny feeling she was looking for me, and the next thing I knew the chained woman was calling us soft and weak and Cana was about to shave the girls head. This is not an uncommon occurrence on the plains.. there is good reason Fonce keeps Catch away from the main fires. I had a feeling it would be a very long time before we saw this chained women there.

I asked Catch about checking in on me and Lei, just to poke around and see what was needed. She was pleased with the idea and I hope she realized the trust being placed in her. There was not another slave in camp I would want near my things. After I ate I hurried back to my wagon. I was finding myself more and more tired and, I admit, I was eager to avoid the questions I saw in Canas eyes.