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We are inside the store of MR. CEPHAS PARKER, a supplier of general goods. Solomon greets him with:
SOLOMON
Mr. Parker.
PARKER
Mr. Northup. Mrs. Northup.
Though little is stated, their is clearly familiarity among them.
With money in hand the Northup children move quickly about the store looking for items to purchase.
At the checkout counter sits a portrait of WILLIAM HENRY HARRISON, the edges draped in black crepe. Before the book sits a LEDGER. Mr. Parker asks of Solomon:
PARKER (CONT'D)
If you would, Mr. Northup, sign
our condolence book. My hope is
to find a way to forward it to the
Widow Harrison. Sad days for the
nation.
SOLOMON
But brighter times ahead.
As Anne looks over some silks and fabrics, Solomon eyes a new violin. He asks of Parker:
SOLOMON (CONT'D)
May I?
PARKER
It would be my pleasure. Could I
trouble you for a waltz, sir?
Solomon does a quick tuning of the instrument, then into a waltz; lively and well played. The Elizabeth and Margaret clasp hands and dance. There is laughter and smiles.
As Solomon plays, Jasper enters the store. He stands for a moment, again in seeming admiration of Solomon. While far from pathetic, Jasper is the definition of a subservient man.
As Solomon concludes to the applause of Parker and the children:
JASPER
Suh... A word, suh? I could not
help none but take note of yahself
and yah family as yah made yah
Yah Missus and chil'ren be very
handsome 'n must be'a great
regard. My name, suh, is Jasper.
I am travelin' to Saratoga with my
massa. Massa Fitzgerald. And I
will insist to yah, suh, that I am
well provided fo'. Yah can see
that jus by my adornments. And I
never want for no meal or 'fo
warmth at night. Massa Fitzgerald
is a fine man. Very fine
Jasper looks to Parker, then steps closer to Solomon and speaks a bit conspiratorially. The following comes from him as though it is a thought he has wrestled with for some time:
JASPER (CONT'D)
But it is my desire I should not
spend my life in his servitude.
It is my quiet desire that I
should have a missus of my
choosin', raise up young'n and
provide 'fo 'em as I sees fit. It
is a desire I keep inside me, and
easily so, when I am south.
Freedom at best a fleetin' notion.
But on travels north, if I can be
true; I can hardly contain my
wantin' for liberty. I am anxious
for it. I am anxious to escape.
But I am anxious all the same of
the punishment that would attend
my recapture. My question to you,
suh, is of the best and surest
method of effecting my flight.
SOLOMON
The only answer I can give...
Watch your opportunities and
strike for freedom.
JASPER
What opportunities? And how shall
I take advantage of them?
Solomon isn't sure how to respond. It's easy to speak of freedom, but not how it is gained.
WE HEAR THE BELL AT THE DOOR. It's Jasper's Master. He's stern, clearly displeased.
FITZGERALD
Jasper! Jasper, come along.
(to Parker)
I apologize for any intrusion,
sir.
SOLOMON
No, intrusion.
Fitzgerald looks to Solomon. It is a cold glare as though he wasn't speaking to, and has no interest in a response from a black man. Looking back to Parker:
FITZGERALD
Good day, sir.