Chapter XLVII
Carolina Elijah is anxiously pacing back and forth in our bedroom like a madman. In his haste, he pushed aside some of the furniture and it almost looks like a tornado has passed through. I tiredly get up from the bed I am sitting him and put my hands on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. He doesn’t look at my face as I grab him by the wrist and lead him to one of the pushed aside love seats and force him to sit down. “Why don’t we start with the obvious question. Is it true that you oppressed your people?” I ask. Elijah’s red eyes snap towards me. “No, never!” “Okay, so was Jay mistaken when he said your people lived in poverty and that your kingdom had slaves?” Elijah wavers. His head hangs and he lets out a sad sigh. “Those things did happen. Granted I didn’t do them direct
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