Budreax Monologue

When the carriage stopped in front of the townhouse, Boudreaux bid us a good night, and informed us, I felt more for me, than Louis, that he was leaving first thing next morning and traveling to his plantation to oversee the planting. We wished him well and parted ways. I felt Boudreaux’s eyes on me as we walked inside. After we went inside, Louis said that he wished he had told Ransom that he was leaving within the week and going back to Barbados; the unrest there was threatening the cane crop. Although I would miss my husband, I breathed a sigh of relief that he would not be home long and that he had not told Boudreau. That would give me a little time to explore the pleasures of the flesh before Ransom found that Louis had gone.
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I knew that his actions had something to do with Boudreaux… I knew I had better tread carefully and consider my words before I spoke.
“Boudreaux is a very handsome man,” I said, “but his arrogant behavior is not in the least attractive to me. He irks me with his derisively snide and cutting brusque manner. However, we do seem to get along well; maybe we are alike in some ways. I am also curt and I can be snide. You, yourself said that I was a spitfire when we first met.”
“Yes, I did, and those qualities are something I admire in both you and Ransom. I just want you two to get along. You are my wife and he is my best friend; maybe even my only friend true… as for Myles. It does not bother me that he is half Negro, but I don’t trust him; never have and never will. His association with the Baroness makes him less desirable to have as a friend. She is the ultimate sphincter when it comes to the human nature. The baroness only knows how to take what she desires… that would be admirable in some people, but not her… If anything were to ever happen to me, I would like you to consider Boudreaux as a replacement, if you could pin him down and contain him that is.” I gasped, more than a bit surprised by his words. “I warned you about Myles” he continued, “because if you were to have a child with him there would be that possibility of having a Negro child- it would ruin your reputation; possibly even cause you and the child to be sold into slavery.” Louis confiding his fears as he did, surprised me, it also caused me some