Lucifer had risen and walked around to sit on the front of his desk. “Are you sayin you’re ashamed to be seen with a black man? Is that what the f**k you’re sayin?” His voice was not loud but it had an edge.
“No, that’s not it. It’s not that at all, but...but...I’m sorry. I can’t. I have to think of my daughters and...and...it’s too soon.” She paused twisting her hands in front of her. “Maybe...maybe in two or three months we...we...could...” It crossed her mind that during her entire life in Stormville she’d never seen an interracial couple.
“Get the f**k over here,” he said, pointing to the chair that was facing him. Fearfully, Mary crossed the room and sat before him. On the desk was a small video player and screen. He turned it toward her and pressed a button on the player. The scree
