The Wheatley's had a few other slaves who had grown old. Their twins were getting older and were close to the marrying age. Consequently, Mrs. Wheatley felt she needed someone to care for her and keep her company in her advancing years.

I guess it was my demeanor that made her feel that I would be the type that would satisfy her need. We got into a carriage, and one of their other slaves named Prince drove us to what would become my new home.