“You think so, do you?” Sarah replied, frustrated.
“Do not get insolent with me.” He was not the least friendly. Sarah remained silent. Peter smiled again, and the warmth returned to his voice. “I am afraid you were brought here this afternoon under false pretenses, and what you witnessed between Jacki and me was a bit of prearranged roleplay. Jacki is not my maid. She is my slave.”
“I beg your pardon?! You have a black woman as your slave?” Sarah was incredulous. “The British Empire and the United States both outlawed the slave trade in 1807, and your country fought a civil war over the issue.”
“Not like that,” Peter continued. “She is my s****l slave, though we continue to struggle with the very thing you raise—an African American woman serving a white male in that capacity, especiall
