Losing Bobby saddened Elda, but she knew it was the best thing for him. In time, he would blossom as a boy slave under the firm guidance of his new Matron. As for Celia, her future was still uncertain. She would have to wait and see what Community had in store for her.
The Sheriff worked the crowd into vigorous applause. “We wish this year’s Select Ten all the best as they begin their new lives. The boy slaves will certainly need it.” The crowd shouted out their agreement. “Now let’s move on to the final event of the evening, what we’ve all been waiting for. Matron Maestro, may I have a fanfare, please!”
Home Matron Elda held her breath as the orchestra began to play. She nervously watched as a pair of boy slaves moved a heavy platform to stage center. Then with no introduction, The Pri
