9. Aiming At Her Head.

The next day was Sunday. She had stayed awake for the greater part of the night before she finally drifted off to sleep.

After taking her bath that morning; she put on a long single strap dress, packed her hair up with a hairband, and left her room. She walked down the hall to the front porch; there were a few people insight and they were all busy doing one thing or the other; everywhere looked serene, so she guessed that he might be at home.

Since she had nothing to do, she figured she might as well go check up on her sister and know how she had been faring.

She passed by some workers and she greeted them politely; they replied with a wave, some with a smile. She knew the news of her being the master's wife must have spread among the workers, from the way they looked at her; she knew that they pitied her greatly.

She hadn't reached the first gate when she saw him; her heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect to see him on her way out, so she was nervous,