I am standing in the graveyard where my husband has been buried thinking what am I gonna do now that I own his slaves.
The slaves were so confused because they thought that they were free once my husband died.
I went to the courtroom after the slaves filed their case, to deny their case because their was no way I was going to let them get away with this.
I had to go to the Supreme Court because my slaves filed their case to them this time, so when it was my turn to take the stand and came up with every lie possible to get away with this, but it wasn't really working out.
My brother came into the courtroom and saved my side of the case by, saying that he owns them and he will take them back to New York with him, which meas they will still be slaves because NY is not a free state.