when he turned into the living room he found the windows wide open , lacy white curtains billowing in the breeze like restless ghosts . he had no idea what i was doing . her words were coming faster now , and her tone was more intense . too bad you didnt know about the collars . why are there vessel records of slaving ship ? who knows-maybe she actually knew more than me . she scrunched down in the covers . i just dont think she wanted to deal with me . `` well , where did ye last see the bugger ? '' 