We made sure their tales would not be told. That changes now."Anthony having perfected the "pulse" to last thirty minutes, Nelson's face was being see... by millions at 5 o'clock Eastern time on their television or computer or cell phone. His face disappeared and images appeared and disappeared rather quickly."This is or was my family home and the place where many slaves had been held during a period of several decades. These are my family, my mother and my sister, both cruel and selfish. . I wanted to thank you. I wouldn’t have said anything to my parents if it wasn’t for you.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You’re a—”“Don’t. Don’t say what I think you’re going to say.”She smiled. “Well, you are.”“So, what happens now? Are you going to the police?”“Daddy says it’s not worth it. I’ve washed and stuff since Saturday, obviously, and apart from my arm there’s no other sign of anything having happened. It’d be my word against theirs and there were four of them to back up each. Lambeau's voice can be heard beckoning me to come in.I enter the house and start to look around. I'm both impressed and scared at the same time by the house, given the books, portraits, and statues that adorn the entryway, let alone the rest of the house. I see light from the room across the main entrance, and a voice calls from that room to "come here." I walk with nervous anticipation, the house is quiet save for the footsteps of my heels as I head into the study.The study itself amazes me. That nagging voice screamed louder at her, and for once in her life, she was able to silence it. She needed to make this up to Marcus, had to. He deserved so much more than her walking out without explaining herself. He may have seen her exactly for who she was, but now it was her time to accept the truth. She was a coward. Over and over she had rejected the notion of making out her relationship with Marcus or everyone else in her life for anything different than what it was. With him, he saw.