Elijah McCoy was scared to get out of the car. He was SCARED. He wasn't afraid that his father would be frowning down upon him or his father in law would be furious with him, or his wife would punch the day lights out of him. He was scared to look at his wife's face. He was scared to see the tears in her eyes, for which he was responsible. Never in his life had he felt so disgusted with himself, as he felt now. There were many times his name was dragged into mud, along with many socialites, models and high society women, but never did he feel so guilty or sorry for those women as he felt now. Was it because this time the woman was his wife, or was it because he started growing soft for her? He had no answer to that question.
He sat there in his car, while his driver threw him curious glan
