Prime Real Estate

They were about twenty minutes out of town, where the city sprawl finally yielded to countryside. A big two story home with wraparound porches and the accoutrements you'd expect from a Southern home from a ... different era. Which is precisely why Chubbs was interested in it.

"So this used to be a slave plantation?" Chubbs asked directly, breathless from the walk to the main house.

"Umm, yes," the green eyed, flaxen haired real estate agent said. "But that was long ago."

"Mmmhm," Chubbs said, growing sweatier by the second as they strolled the grounds.

"This would be a lovely guesthouse," the real estate agent offered.

"Looks more like slave quarters to me," Chubbs said, his nose wrinkling.

"As I said, sir, long ago," the real estate agent reminded him.

Chubbs has shared his plan with Elizabeth before they departed. He wanted to sell Elizabeth's home, and buy a new home on the outskirts, a former plantation. A chance to give the hardworking, blue collar men a weekend off now and then to enjoy the spoils of what used to belong to the white man. A chance for a Black man to make a generational mark on this spectacular edifice to a shameful legacy. It'd be the Africanus Plantation.

They got back to the main entryway.

"I'll take it," Chubbs said gruffly. "Send the paperwork to my bitch, here." He nodded curtly at Elizabeth.

"Of course, sir," the real estate agent said, a bit stunned and curious.

"I need to piss," Chubbs said abruptly. "Where's the head?" The real estate agent continued staring wide-eyed, then nodded to the back.

"Can I come too?" Elizabeth said spontaneously. Chubbs smiled, his teeth yellow.

"Shit, bitch, I think you crave it now," he said, chuckling. "C'mon."