James Madison started to worry about his relationship with Alex, they had been going on dates less and less. So James had gone to see Angelica, the unofficial relationship helper at King’s College. As he walked past the Schuyler house on his way to the store he recalled that visit with Angelica…
“Oh hey James,”
“Didn’t expect to see you here today”
“I know, it’s just I’m not sure what to do…”
“That’s why I’m here.” she paused for a second and then continued, “This about Alex isn’t it?”
“So, what’s bugging you”
“It’s just…” he didn’t know how to start
“The things he’s been writing in the paper, they’re getting more and more nonsensical.”
“Don’t mind me asking but, can you give me an example?” Angelica asked, – she had a way of probing people into what she needed to know and cataloged it in her mind without needing a notebook, because according to her, “If people see me taking notes on them it make em feel weird ‘n self conscious but if I take note in my head, nobody’s gotta know”-
“He keeps saying that slavery’s gotta be banned, an’ I know it’s bad ‘n all but…” James sighed but Angelica knew what to do.
“James, you’re from the South.”
“I know that but…”
“Alex is like me, we’re from NYC.”
“What’s that gotta do with it?” James asked, he was very confused, “It’s not like we’ve got a long distance relationship.”
“Look James, you don’t really know it but, New York is full of abolitionists, they’re people who wanna get rid of slavery. Alex is one of them, what he knows about slaves is what he got from the Caribbean, he sees how they get mistreated, you see how they are useful. I had a feeling this debate might cause some tension between you two.” She finished and James looked worse than he had come.
James turned the corner and went into the small corner store by his house, murmuring how much he wished that his boyfriend would understand that there was more to slavery than just fowl treatment. As he looked around at the store, he thought about how most of the food and clothing in there was thanks to slaves. Unfortunately, he knew that Alex would never see slavery the way he did. He bought his loaf of bread and walked to his apartment.