She did and she was surprised to find out a golden navel ring along with a diamond hanging from a very small chain. She smiled blushingly and her blus...ing was not stopping.Her cheeks turned into tomato red color and asked “why this navel ring? How do you know that my navel is pierced?” I revealed everything to her and observed that she shed a drop of tears from her eyes due to happiness. She told me “when you have bought it with so much love then kindly place it to right place lovingly”.I. Her belly was markedly swollen: I’d say she was in her fifth month. Her mother was clearly not happy at the prospect of becoming a grandparent at the age of 35.After a fairly long journey, both women were glad to be able to enjoy having a meal cooked for them. For Liz and Becky, of course, it was normal. Becky placed herself on my left, and Sara did likewise on my right. We were a little crushed together round the small table.Suddenly Sara clutched my arm.“Oh! Feel it! Feel the baby moving!”. She could see the hurt in my eyes, but I gave no other outward signs of the turmoil I was suffering.Rebecca put an end to my suffering with her next statement."We met a couple times a week until I knew I was expecting, and when I told him, he turned his back and walked away without a single word."It Hurt So Bad, and then I realized that was exactly what I was going to inflict on you, when you found out. I could have tried to make you think it was yours, but Maglio is a very dark skinned Puerto. Your family, Miss Moore, absolutely, unequivocally, were slave owners. The Moore family is responsible for owning, abusing, raping hundreds if not thousands of black slaves." I cried desperately, "But I didn't do anything! My family never owned slaves!" Mr. Avery interjected, "Maybe not, but the Moore family name is responsible for the repayment of those slaves. That is a fact." "What, you mean reparations? Like, OK, I don't have money," I complained. Mr. Avery got up and sat on the desk.