weekend. I’d really love to meet Julian, and for you both to meet Mol.” Christine repeated her number to the delight of Clara. “Momma, don’t get your hopes up. We are only exchanging numbers, so the four of us can go to dinner.” “I am still praying Peter, still praying.”
Chapter 8
About an hour after they left, Melody knocked on her office, informing that an elderly gentleman is waiting to see her. “Oh, my God Blake! how are you? How long has it
been?” “Too long, sweetheart, too long. You are looking absolutely radiant. Come and give me a hug.” He hugged her, and then held her at arm’s length. “How are that wonderful husband of yours and Joshua? My wife tells me, she baby sits Joshua sometimes.” “They are both fine. Julian is at home with him now. He will be so happy to see you. So how is the freeing of slaves going? Still successful I hope.” “Yes, I am still making enemies, of dem good ‘ol plantation boys of the southern states. The result of my efforts, are worth having enemies, freedom is taken for granted, by both you and I. It is so much valued by Negroes; it shines through their eyes when they reach the north and freedom. Their joy is worth more than all the weight in gold.”
Christine knew all too well what freedom meant, it has allowed Julian and her to be together. It allowed, Julian to pursue a career, in law, which will give him the opportunity, to help poor coloureds who are in need of legal help. That has been his passion, helping people, who are shunted by the wayside, people who no one cares about. She was so lost in thought, that she did not hear, Blake calling her name. “Chris, are you ok? I said you name about twice and you did not answer.” “Oh, Blake, I am so sorry. What you said, about freedom, made me reflect on what it has meant for Julian and me. I am still so much in love with that man! I am sorry, I am gushing aren’t I, it’s just that...”
“I know, I knew you both were meant to be, forever, when I first met you both. You could feel your love. It came at me in massive doses, I am so happy to see that after five years, your heart still flutters by the mere mention of his name. That is so good.” “So, Mr. Bach, how long will you be staying in New York? Helen misses you terribly whenever you leave. She says, watching Joshua in the days, provides much needed company. I can agree to that, I am afraid, Joshua can be a handful all the time!”
Blake smiled in response. Scratched his beard, and started looking at Christine’s hand drawn designs. You could tell, he was very impressed, as with each, designs he looked at, he smiled appreciatively. Christine, you designed these, all by yourself? If so, you should be raking in millions. I am not a fashion expert, but these are excellent, I have heard women, rave about your designs, but I have never seen one before.” Christine chuckled at Blake’s comment, about her raking in millions. “Blake, thank you for the compliment. I created these designs by my lonesome. But as for raking in millions, no; the only person, who has had that pleasure, is my boss Charlotte Christopher. I am paid only a meager amount of the profits, I am afraid.” Blake was shocked, “Sweetheart, I am so sorry. I thought you were a partner or getting paid, as you deserved.” Christine, started to sob, and ran to Blake for comfort. She hugged him and rested her head on his shoulder and cried. Guess she cried for being yelled at by Charlotte, and most importantly, she cried as she knows, she has to remain at Charlotte’s as her pay cheque, not matter how meager is needed to keep her family alive. Between sobs she said, “Julian and I can barely make ends meet, his earnings, from the store are pitiful, he only works part time as he is in school. I have asked that woman, to make me partner or even increase my salary. All she does is ignore my requests. I can’t stand working for her much longer.”
Chapter 8
About an hour after they left, Melody knocked on her office, informing that an elderly gentleman is waiting to see her. “Oh, my God Blake! how are you? How long has it
been?” “Too long, sweetheart, too long. You are looking absolutely radiant. Come and give me a hug.” He hugged her, and then held her at arm’s length. “How are that wonderful husband of yours and Joshua? My wife tells me, she baby sits Joshua sometimes.” “They are both fine. Julian is at home with him now. He will be so happy to see you. So how is the freeing of slaves going? Still successful I hope.” “Yes, I am still making enemies, of dem good ‘ol plantation boys of the southern states. The result of my efforts, are worth having enemies, freedom is taken for granted, by both you and I. It is so much valued by Negroes; it shines through their eyes when they reach the north and freedom. Their joy is worth more than all the weight in gold.”
Christine knew all too well what freedom meant, it has allowed Julian and her to be together. It allowed, Julian to pursue a career, in law, which will give him the opportunity, to help poor coloureds who are in need of legal help. That has been his passion, helping people, who are shunted by the wayside, people who no one cares about. She was so lost in thought, that she did not hear, Blake calling her name. “Chris, are you ok? I said you name about twice and you did not answer.” “Oh, Blake, I am so sorry. What you said, about freedom, made me reflect on what it has meant for Julian and me. I am still so much in love with that man! I am sorry, I am gushing aren’t I, it’s just that...”
“I know, I knew you both were meant to be, forever, when I first met you both. You could feel your love. It came at me in massive doses, I am so happy to see that after five years, your heart still flutters by the mere mention of his name. That is so good.” “So, Mr. Bach, how long will you be staying in New York? Helen misses you terribly whenever you leave. She says, watching Joshua in the days, provides much needed company. I can agree to that, I am afraid, Joshua can be a handful all the time!”
Blake smiled in response. Scratched his beard, and started looking at Christine’s hand drawn designs. You could tell, he was very impressed, as with each, designs he looked at, he smiled appreciatively. Christine, you designed these, all by yourself? If so, you should be raking in millions. I am not a fashion expert, but these are excellent, I have heard women, rave about your designs, but I have never seen one before.” Christine chuckled at Blake’s comment, about her raking in millions. “Blake, thank you for the compliment. I created these designs by my lonesome. But as for raking in millions, no; the only person, who has had that pleasure, is my boss Charlotte Christopher. I am paid only a meager amount of the profits, I am afraid.” Blake was shocked, “Sweetheart, I am so sorry. I thought you were a partner or getting paid, as you deserved.” Christine, started to sob, and ran to Blake for comfort. She hugged him and rested her head on his shoulder and cried. Guess she cried for being yelled at by Charlotte, and most importantly, she cried as she knows, she has to remain at Charlotte’s as her pay cheque, not matter how meager is needed to keep her family alive. Between sobs she said, “Julian and I can barely make ends meet, his earnings, from the store are pitiful, he only works part time as he is in school. I have asked that woman, to make me partner or even increase my salary. All she does is ignore my requests. I can’t stand working for her much longer.”
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