A tour de force, if I dare say so. I’m the son of a Black policeman and I know racial profiling exists. Police officers along with store clerks and ...ecurity people are always giving funny looks to Black men they see walking around. Racism is alive and well in America. This much I know is true. I was impressed by Marguerite’s intelligence and the strength of her convictions. I decided to get to know her better. I love Black women, especially Haitian women. Women of other races are fine but I. ”“I’ve felt worse.”“I think it’s broken. Possibly, both bones are broken. Where are you from and how can we help?”“Can I have some water?” Tessa gave him some. “Thanks. I’m from Beverley Mine. I thought I’d look around here to the south as the second mine is to the north.”“This is closed territory. The court held that fifteen or so years ago.”“Shit. Not quite. Could you get my phone so I can call? Then we can talk.”Tessa got the sat phone from the seat of the car.“You do it. Push the red button. What is the matter, no money left for the dowry? Did her father drink, gamble, and whore it all away?“I must admit to being a little shocked that you now have an Edomite concubine, but in some ways, it’s good. It makes you less hard up and gives us more power over Hannah’s parents. I know what men are like, especially young men, and I also know that you’re eager to take her to bed.“I’m no fool, my son. I wish that everyone felt that way about their betrothed, but you have to be careful not to. One of the youths calls to us; something indecent, obscene. Stupidly I turn fully to face him. And then I see it: that we are a gift, the prey they have roamed the streets to find."You lesbos up for a bit of fun, then?" the foremost of the three sneers.Chloe puts down her bags and turns to face them, steps forward to meet the big one head-on, the agitator who has contaminated the others with his "issues". I step forward to take Chloe's hand, try to make her step back. But she shakes my hand.