Epilogue (Whiter than Ever)

Moses turned on the TV. Politics used to be about campaigning, and then getting down to business. Now it was the perpetual campaign. They were at a ... rally? Looked like up in Charlotte. There were the senators, the President, the First Lady ... there was John and Barbie.

God, she looked electric. Red dress, which was fitting. High heels. Baby bump. Soon, she'd have explaining to do, and Moses coveted that moment. He was fascinated by how it would play out.

He looked outside. It was late, so the husbands were back. Teddy and Allie. Max and Reena. Tom and Julia. None of them were happy in their relationships. But they were oh so happy in their infidelity. He'd played his cards right, Moses said, chuckling, watching his wife give a simple speech with lots of smile. It was pandering to the masses, he knew. How would it work with a Black baby in her stroller? He smiled broadly. This was his ideal end, and a good one for his wife, as well.