During the evening hours, I walked slowly to my cell. It was still a free day for slaves, but I didn’t feel like going out. I was really tired; it had been a very stressful day. The labor, as usual, was tough, and the sun was quite hot today. The temperature of the day was high, coupled with the fierce labor, which made working unbearable for us.
Earlier during the day, I had slipped past the guards and went to the Madhouse to see Wendy. It was so lovely to see Wendy again. I had not been chanced to do so since the last time I saw her. I almost got caught while I was wandering off from where all slaves were. It was a narrow escape. This time around, I got to meet Wendy’s husband. He welcomed me warm-heartedly. We had discussed a lot of things over tea. I had also told Wendy about my origi
