(Shmi’s thoughts were disturbed by Watto’s voice.)
Watto: *in Huttese* “Stop daydreaming and get to work.”
Shmi: *in Huttese* “I’m sorry.”
(A few days after she had adopted Petra, the Hutts had sent some of their “managers” to implant Petra’s transmitter, therefore making her a slave. Shmi was not allowed to watch the procedure, since the placement of the transmitter could not be watched. In that way, no slave knew where their transmitter was, or how to disable it. The only good thing that came out of it was that children younger than 7 were not made to work by themselves. So, Shmi had Petra by her side for two years until Petra was assigned to work alone. Shmi’s mind again went to the past, this time only two days after Petra came to live with her.)
(Petra wouldn’t eat. She hadn’t eaten in two days. Shmi didn’t know what else to do with her. She was as stubborn as…well, as an eopie. She felt sorry for her future husband.)
Shmi: “Petra, you have to eat.”
Petra: *arms crossed* “NO! I don’t want to, and you can’t make me.”
Shmi: “Are you sick?”
(She reached to touch Petra’s forehead, but Petra recoiled from her touch.)
Petra: “Don’t touch me.”