respond.
âWhy you keep that shirt on?â she tried again.
âMissy say gentlemen always wear shirt.â He looked down at his feet.
Easter snatched him by his arm. âI donât want to hear bout no Missy!â
He jerked away from her, listening in silence as she showed him how to hoe the ground.
They dragged wearily back to their huts when the sun set. Easter thought that her back was broken. Suddenly Jason stopped walking, pulled off his broken-down shoes, and flung them into a bush.
When they reached their cabin, Melissa said, âBetter fix something to eat. I starvinâ.â She rummaged through a sack hanging near the fireplace. âLetâs see, the Yankee giveus two pound of rice and some salt pork. Guess we couldââ
Sarah pulled her arm. âLook at them,â she said, pointing to Easter, Jason, and Rose. Theyâd collapsed, drunk from exhaustion, on the bench. Jason lay his head on Easterâs lap. âI too tired to eat, Melissa,â Easter moaned.
âField work is terrible when you not use to it. But youâll get use to it. Youâll always be tired, but not too tired to eat.â
I never get use to this,
Easter told herself as she rubbed her back.
And I figurinâ a way to leave.
At the end of the week all of them reported to Mr. Reynoldsâs assistant for their pay. Easter, unable to count, stared at the two coins in her hands.
âThatâs two dollars,â Julius said, peeping over her shoulder as they left the large shed where the farm tools were kept.
She frowned. âIs it much?â
âIf you keep savinâ these dollars, it can be a lot.â Julius placed his two silver dollars in a small leather pouch.
âWhat do I get?â Jason asked, running up to Easter.
âIf you work hard, I give you one of these.â She held up a silver dollar.
They walked past the stables. Julius rubbed Jasonâs head. âWell, little fella, what you goinâ to buy with one whole dollar?â
âA new shirt, new shoes, and new britches.â
âWell, Miss Easter, I think you have to give this boy more money.â
âHe have to work harder than he work this week.â
âWhatâre you goinâ to do with your money?â Julius asked Easter.
She shrugged her shoulders, wishing heâd stop asking her so many questions. She had no idea what she would do with the money, except save it. She figured sheâd need money when she left the plantation.
Before going to sleep that night, Easter tore the rufflescompletely off Jasonâs shirt, and taking two pieces of the material, she wrapped a coin in each. âHalf for me and half for you,â she told Jason. His tired eyes managed to brighten a bit.
âIf I work in the field, I get one dollar each week?â he asked.
âYes, but you have to really work, Jason. Not play.â
She tore the sleeves off his shirt and held it up. âIâll wash this shirt good, and it look like new. Now itâs right for working in the field.â But Jason was fast asleep and didnât see his altered shirt.
The next day was Sunday. Rose, wearing her red and white gingham dress, stood over Easter, who was just waking up. âThe people have a Sunday church service, and they invite all of us. Why donât you come?â Rose said.
Easter sat up, rubbing her eyes. âI want to sleep.â
âI tired and sore too, but I goinâ.â
Easter lay back down. âI too tired, Rose.â
Rose left. Easter had begun to drift off to sleep again when she heard sounds. At first she thought that someone was crying. She listened harder and realized that it was singingâvoices rising and falling and rolling toward her in waves. Jason stirred. âWe goinâ in the field today?â he asked.
Easter stretched. âNo. It Sunday.â
âSee, if I was with Missy, she give me a special Sunday morning
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