While at my father's funeral I met a young man named Bob. I had seen him at a distance, but he was much taller and handsomer up close. I had grown quite a bit by now. I was about six feet tall.

He walked me home and bid me good night. He would secretly come and visit me on occasions. His master, a man named Mr. Catlin, did not want any of his slaves keeping company with any other slaves but his.

He once told me that if he was free he could marry me.