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and then, closing her
eyes, savoring him so near, she rubbed her cheeks
even more against his palms, “One day, when you
have yo'fil – you gone get rid'o'me. Let otha' men
have me, once you have yo'fil .”
“Ohhh Suga, my sweet – sweet gift – I wil
never, have my fil of you, please believe me.” He
spoke gently, a catch in his throat, because no one
suited him more than she did. Because of her he
was able to get so much more studying done, he
seemed to focus better, was more driven, was not
so bogged down with worries over things he should
get to, but made those things wait. Now, with Suga
around, al things were as if they took care of
themselves, even though, he knew, she did al those
things. In such a short time, she knew – she
anticipated his need for refreshment and was ready
with his preferred brew – he was a tea drinker, and
she kept it ready for him, he'd only had to tel her
once how he liked it, and she had served it that way
ever since.
Not once, had he to worry over food, and yes –
she provided without him realizing how she'd done
so – because he'd slipped in his duties, neglecting
al because she saw to it. He had not taken her
shopping, made her familiar with the ways of getting
supplies from the town merchant, so yes – he
realized, what else could she have done, not to
disturb him? Had she been his wife, his white wife,
she would have had to disturb him because there
would be no food – but Suga had made do.
“Aaah Suga, this is my fault isn't it? Already,
I've taken your presence for granted, and – you have
done – what I forced you to do, provide for us.”
“No, you treat folks, they give, you bring'em
back, and I make do like that.”
He stepped away from her, turning for their
parlor taking hold of her hand to pul her along with
him. Once inside, he sat her in his chair, he took the
stool to gaze up at her, holding her hands.
“Suga, look at me, look right into my eyes.”
His eyes were dark blue, like the blue of the sky
deep into dusk before the dark of night; she could
look into those eyes forever.
“I want you to know, that I wil do better, I
promise you I wil do better. No more taking you for
granted. What are you feeding Moose, he's growing
with quite the speed.”
“He hunt wit me, at – night, while you sleepin'.”
She confessed.
“At night, Suga? You go off into the woods at
night?”
“Got to, I give him firs' catch, so he ful , then
bring back for you too, and me.”
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he
knew that it was true, days had gone by, he'd eaten
wel , felt great in fact and barely questioned where
the food was coming from – conveniently assuming
most had been from the cupboards where he'd
stored food stuff – figuring if they were out, she
would say so, and since she never murmured a
sound, not the tiniest complaint, he'd been able to
get back to his experiments, his studies, which in
truth is what he wanted, before being cal ed upon by
the town-folk.
“This cannot go on this way; I cannot have you –
out – as I saw you today, and most certainly, not in
the night.” Thunder rol ed, Quinton gazed at her, “You
are a lovely, exquisite creature, and I am blessed –
forgive me please – I have berated you, when it is I in
need of discipline. Do you, forgive me?”
Suga couldn't wrap her head around what he
was saying to her, it didn't make sense to her way of
thinking, “Can't forgive you fo’ somethin’ I can't see. I
done my bit, you do yours – that's al I know.”
“Tel me Suga, tel me what would you have me
do, and I wil do it.” He offered, his conscience riding
him as he looked back over the previous three and
half weeks, seeing his actions and neglect of her as
unforgiveable.
Her eyes looked off over his head, thinking
about his words, “I's gone be col' soon, we gots
t'bring al our meat in, what I hunt – we'ah be okay for
t'bring al our meat
eyes, savoring him so near, she rubbed her cheeks
even more against his palms, “One day, when you
have yo'fil – you gone get rid'o'me. Let otha' men
have me, once you have yo'fil .”
“Ohhh Suga, my sweet – sweet gift – I wil
never, have my fil of you, please believe me.” He
spoke gently, a catch in his throat, because no one
suited him more than she did. Because of her he
was able to get so much more studying done, he
seemed to focus better, was more driven, was not
so bogged down with worries over things he should
get to, but made those things wait. Now, with Suga
around, al things were as if they took care of
themselves, even though, he knew, she did al those
things. In such a short time, she knew – she
anticipated his need for refreshment and was ready
with his preferred brew – he was a tea drinker, and
she kept it ready for him, he'd only had to tel her
once how he liked it, and she had served it that way
ever since.
Not once, had he to worry over food, and yes –
she provided without him realizing how she'd done
so – because he'd slipped in his duties, neglecting
al because she saw to it. He had not taken her
shopping, made her familiar with the ways of getting
supplies from the town merchant, so yes – he
realized, what else could she have done, not to
disturb him? Had she been his wife, his white wife,
she would have had to disturb him because there
would be no food – but Suga had made do.
“Aaah Suga, this is my fault isn't it? Already,
I've taken your presence for granted, and – you have
done – what I forced you to do, provide for us.”
“No, you treat folks, they give, you bring'em
back, and I make do like that.”
He stepped away from her, turning for their
parlor taking hold of her hand to pul her along with
him. Once inside, he sat her in his chair, he took the
stool to gaze up at her, holding her hands.
“Suga, look at me, look right into my eyes.”
His eyes were dark blue, like the blue of the sky
deep into dusk before the dark of night; she could
look into those eyes forever.
“I want you to know, that I wil do better, I
promise you I wil do better. No more taking you for
granted. What are you feeding Moose, he's growing
with quite the speed.”
“He hunt wit me, at – night, while you sleepin'.”
She confessed.
“At night, Suga? You go off into the woods at
night?”
“Got to, I give him firs' catch, so he ful , then
bring back for you too, and me.”
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he
knew that it was true, days had gone by, he'd eaten
wel , felt great in fact and barely questioned where
the food was coming from – conveniently assuming
most had been from the cupboards where he'd
stored food stuff – figuring if they were out, she
would say so, and since she never murmured a
sound, not the tiniest complaint, he'd been able to
get back to his experiments, his studies, which in
truth is what he wanted, before being cal ed upon by
the town-folk.
“This cannot go on this way; I cannot have you –
out – as I saw you today, and most certainly, not in
the night.” Thunder rol ed, Quinton gazed at her, “You
are a lovely, exquisite creature, and I am blessed –
forgive me please – I have berated you, when it is I in
need of discipline. Do you, forgive me?”
Suga couldn't wrap her head around what he
was saying to her, it didn't make sense to her way of
thinking, “Can't forgive you fo’ somethin’ I can't see. I
done my bit, you do yours – that's al I know.”
“Tel me Suga, tel me what would you have me
do, and I wil do it.” He offered, his conscience riding
him as he looked back over the previous three and
half weeks, seeing his actions and neglect of her as
unforgiveable.
Her eyes looked off over his head, thinking
about his words, “I's gone be col' soon, we gots
t'bring al our meat in, what I hunt – we'ah be okay for
t'bring al our meat
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