High Society

Moses steered well clear of this soiree. The guest list was exclusively white and rich. And Moses Jones would be viewed askance even as the husband of the host of the party. So he kept in his wing of the house, watching intently on the camera system he set up.

Yes, there was the Governor. Slippery motherfucker that only pardoned him when it was convenient. He had his hand on Elizabeth's back. But not low enough to be a possessive touch ... just an overly friendly touch.

It was funny. Half of these honkies were lined up against him back in the day. They were loud and abrasive and racist in those days, full of vim and vigor. Age had turned them complacent, but brought them into the seats of power. Moses was half tempted to make his wife run for something ... and get vengeance. But only haf.