My thoughts went round and round and, aside from the dreams, I tried to remember something, anything that might jog a hidden memory. There was precious little. Le Fouet Enroule, Club Odalisque, the video from the brownstone...
Wait. The video. The two women in it, Olive and Chamberlin, were accused of betrayal and that the angry interrogator was going to find out from whom, but also that there was another ‘f*****g b***h’. Another slave woman? Was that slave, like Olive and Chamberlin, part of Club Odalisque? Like Nita? But that still didn’t help explain Nita’s attitude toward me.
Unless she thought that I knew something; a big thing that could get her in real hot water, something to betray her.
As I sat there, barely able to move, one possibility after another jumped into my head, then
