When the Camaro drove onto the circular flagstone driveway in front of the Big House Ernest’s Silverado was just coming through the brick Front Gates. Hel ran in through the front door, looking for the maid.

                Ja’Rasta was in the Dining Room shining the family silver, a task that all Southern maids turn to when nothing else needs to be done, a task which is never finished as the first piece polished immediately begins to tarnish even as the second piece receives its rubs.

                The dark-skinned African American with a Masters degree in Fine Arts from Columbia University had come back south to care for her elderly parents. There were no jobs requiring MFAs in the County so Ja’Rasta gathered material for her first novel while working as a maid at the Big House. The pay was decent, the food was excellent, and the opportunities to observe genuine white Southern dinosaurs in their natural habitat made the tedious work worthwhile.

                Ja’Rasta perked up her ears when Hel burst into the Dining Room.

                “Ja, ya gotta help me,” panted Hel, “here’s the deal: I told Buddy I’d shot a deer in the Back Garden because I thought he’d come help me move it but Ernest came instead and there’s no deer and they’ll know I lied unless you lie for me, Ja, please tell’im your boyfriend came and took the deer away, please Ja, help me!”

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                Ja’Rasta gazed at the young white missus calmly, and not without affection. “What’s in it for me?” she asked.

                Hel didn’t bat an eye. She and Ja saw eye to eye on many subjects including money. “Five hundred dollars,” she offered. “Cold cash, small unmarked bills.”

                Ja’Rasta laughed.

                “If I had a boyfriend,” she smiled ironically as she rose to her full queenly height, “I’m sure he’d love venison.”

TO BE CONTINUED…