Miss Castle

"And this is where you can do laundry," Elizabeth said, showing Moses the laundry room, right across from the guest house. They both walked down past the twins' bedroom.

"Oh, and here we have the twins," Elizabeth said, a little nervous. "Emily and Aaron."

"Well, hello little ones," Moses said, ruffling Aaron's hair. "I'm your Uncle Moses. So, Aaron Castle and Emily Castle."

"Lancaster," Elizabeth said, correcting him. "Moses ... why do you refer to me by my maiden name?"

"Because I don't recognize the legitimacy of your marriage," Moses said, in a matter-of-fact way. Elizabeth gasped. "I don't. When your crooked cracker father destroyed my life, I promised myself I'd get some measure of reparations. It's too old and too hard to vindicate myself in the name of the law, to get money or justice. So I always promised myself I'd take something of his. His wife's dead. He's senile, as you said. So what better than his only child? So why would I recognize your cracker husband at all? I'm here for you, not for him."

Elizabeth just stared at him, her mouth dry. Should she call the police? Should she call Douglas?

"What are your intentions? Does Douglas know about this?"

"I barely know he exists, Miss Castle. That's the God to honest truth. And my intentions are pure, believe it or not. I'm going to fuck your brains out until you are Elizabeth Jones, and until you've born enough black babies to make up for the ones I didn't have the chance to make over the last twenty years."