Moses

"Moses Jones," Douglas said. Elizabeth's jaw dropped in shock.

"Douglas ... we can't. Daddy made his career taking him down. He's almost three times my age. God, it'd look awful!" Elizabeth said, her face flushed. It was unclear whether it was from anger or arousal.

"Darling, your dad destroyed him. He lost the prime of his life in prison. Do you really think he defrauded the people of this county? Do you really thing he had crack on him?" Elizabeth blinked, then looked away.

"Well ... no. He was convicted because he was Black. It was a travesty, really," she said, considering it all.

"So why not a simple gesture to bring him back to a glimmer of what he used to be?" Douglas said, reaching out to hold Elizabeth's hand. She bit her lip.

"So where would we start?" She asked, still thinking.

"I think let's pay him a visit, offer him the guesthouse for now." She nodded, the slightest of nods, grappling with the emotions inside her.