SCENE: A 12-year-old plantation heiress sneaks out of
the Big House seeking adventure. She convinces one of
the slave boys to teach her how to throw a knife.
His hand holding the knife arched swiftly back
and to the right of his head, instantly followed by a
lightening fast forward thrust and release. The knife
flew from his hand and the “thwack” of the deadly
blade finding its target was unmistakable.
Sam’s words jolted her back to reality.
“I shoulda not be doin’ this, Miss Annie,”
stammered Young Sam.
“Nanny Ro says I should stay abed cause of my
fever and all.”
“Don’t worry about Nanny Ro.” Anne pulled Sam
gently by his shirt urging him toward the swamp.
“Besides, she’ll never know.”
“Nanny Ro knows everything,” said Sam sheepishly
as he followed Anne toward a lily choked pond
surrounded by willow trees and moss-covered oaks.
Abruptly turning Anne asked, “Does she know about
my father’s secret?”
“S’pose so,” said Sam shuffling his bare feet
through the grass.
“Can you help me find out what it is?” she asked.
“I don’t know. She won’t tell me if I asks her,”
he said. “She’s very loyal to your Mama and she won’t
even tell Big Sam things about her.
“Well, who else would know?” she asked. “Missy
says there’s a secret about those silver spoons my mum
Young Sam stopped. Anne noticed his effort to
concentrate. Finally he answered,
“Maybe Old Sam know.”
“Can you get him to tell you?”
“I’ll try, but it ain’t gonna be easy,” sighed
Young Sam, hands deep in his pockets. He traveled this
path everyday, sometimes dragging along his small
brother, Little Sam, but mostly he came by himself.
Today, Miss Annie insisted he show her the way, and
now she was asking him to find a secret, too.
“Why aren’t you keeping up?”
“Cause I be walkin’ behind you, wheres I supposa
“Nonsense, Sam.” Anne took a giant step back and
grabbed his wrist pulling him even with her. “How are
you going to teach me how to throw a knife from way
back there? Besides, if you’re so worried about anyone
seein’ us, they won’t even know it’s me. “Do I always
wear an old faded gray house shift?”
“No, Miss Annie,” said Sam looking at the clean
but shabby dress Anne wore.
“Hey, that be Missy’s dress.”
“Exactly,” smiled Anne. “So you see there’s
nothing to worry about. I’ve thought
of everything. If someone should see us they’ll think
you are with Missy.”
“Yeah, but the overseer will skin me alive if he
finds me alone with you,” exclaimed Young Sam pulling
“He won’t,” said Anne, yanking him back. “I
ANNE –ANTICIPATION, SELF-CENTEREDNESS
SAM - ANXIETY