Chapter Eleven
Observation Of A Slave
Ten minutes after she’d left me fastened to the floor Alexandra had climbed the stairs into the equipment shed and closed the hidden hatch. Even though it was now late spring, some five months after I had been deposited in my cell, it was still quite chilly. It took only seconds to put on her own thick, insulated outer cloak, then she took the one I’d worn those many months past from its hook and stepped out into the growing dimness of the late afternoon, pulling the deep, cowled hood closer to her face as the still bitter wind and another driving rain storm lashed across the grass. Her walk back to the house was a slow one while she thought of the life she was creating, smiling to herself with happiness when she came to the house and went inside. An
