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Despite her lack of beauty, she would soon marry the most eligible bachelor in town, Colonel Thomas Collins, and become Mrs. Debra Collins. The family fortune, made early on from a freight hauling business, had bought Miss Deb her position in Georgia society. Now the Smiths were planters, the customary route to social acceptance, and the family owned over 100 slaves of which Ellie was one, although one, she considered bitterly, with a special status. Her father was also Miss Deb’s father, which explained why, although the daughter of a slave, Ellie was as white as any of the ladies on the hunt.
Miss Deb pulled up her horse and the troupe followed her lead. Swaying slightly in the saddle, she called, “Ellie, we’ll have our picnic under the shade of those trees.” Pointing to a grove of nearby oaks she added, “Please make the arrangements.”
Although treated well by slave standards, Ellie reflected that she learned from her earliest childhood she was a source of shame in the family and certainly not the equal of her half sisters. Ellie looked at Miss Deb, remembering when that inequality first hit her square in the face as a child. Debra and a friend held a tea party under a table in Miss Deb’s bedroom. They played with a miniature china tea set hand painted with delicate blue flowers, a Christmas gift to Debra from her parents. “Take the teapot to the kitchen and ask the cook to fill it with milk,” Miss Deb had said to her, and she happily complied. When she returned, she placed the teapot on the floor under the table to rejoin the girls.
“You don’t do it like that,” Miss Deb ordered, sounding like her mother. “You have to stand up and pour us the tea. Then you take your own teacup and sit over there on the floor next to the bed.”
“No, I don’t want to,” Ellie had complained. “I want to sit with you and drink our tea together.”
“This is your job, Ellie,” Miss Deb said. “You bring tea to us and then you sit down in the kitchen with the slaves. We’ll pretend next to the bed is the kitchen.”
Confused and only beginning to grasp that while she would grow up playing with her half sisters, she would always be subject to their whims and demands. When the girls received gifts, she was forgotten. When her sisters received new dresses, Ellie wore their castoffs. When the children went to school, she stayed home to clean. Everyone but her ate at the big table in the dining room. She went to the kitchen to eat with the house slaves and their children.
She so wished her father truly loved her, even yearned for it, and yet hated him for what he had, in fact, made of her.
“Ellie, you goose, did you hear me?” called Miss Deb again. “We’ll set up our picnic under those yonder trees.”
Ellie shook herself from her reverie. “Yes, Miss Deb.”
“Well, hop to it, girl.”
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