There was also a man, sweeping the floor. “Um,” said Brutha. “Are you a slave?” “Yes, master.” “That must be terrible.” The man leaned on his broom. “You’re right. It’s terrible. Really terrible. D’you know, I only get one day off a week?” Brutha, who had never heard the words “day off” before, and who was in any case unfamiliar with the concept, nodded uncertainly.
