He stopped, looked at his daughter. “I don’t know. In fact, I didn’t consider that until you brought it up.”
“You know Maureen never engages in anything that doesn’t redound to her advancement.”
“Can you imagine if she could be in politics?”
“But, Father, she is.”
Confusion, then a ripple of fear followed this statement for Ewing. “How?”
“Perhaps it takes a woman to fathom another woman’s methods.” She hastily added, “Which isn’t to say I approve.”
“Well?” His interest skyrocketed.
“I believe, I can’t prove, but I believe Maureen has kept all of her former husband’s financial friends, bankers, sugarcane planters, shipbuilders, and captains. I believe she has stayed at the center of that net.”
“You don’t say.” He frowned. “She is uncommonly shrewd.”
“I believe most of her money remains in the Caribbean. And I also believe she lends it at a high interest from time to time.”
“So much for usury.” He half smiled.
“Always honored in the breech. It’s an easy profit and should the lender fail, you take back whatever he has of value. I have no doubt she owns ships, plantations in the Caribbean and she’s angling for something here. Why else would Roger Davis keep her informed?”
“She’s paying Madison under the table?” Ewing was shocked.
“It is possible but I think she’s more clever than that, and truly I don’t think the highly intellectual Madison is a person of finance or greed.”
“I don’t know about that. His father wasn’t slow and truthfully neither is his mother, although she hides it behind her stream of illnesses. I believe she knows where every penny is. Every penny.”
“You know them far better than I, Father.”
“Maureen is a formidable enemy, as was Francisco. I always stayed on the good side, did some business with Francisco.”
“She’s ruthless. She would steal the pennies off a dead man’s eye.” Catherine used the old phrase. “And she’s not above killing a slave.”
“Herself!” Ewing was horrified.
“I think if Maureen sets her mind to something, anybody who gets in the way courts danger.”
“But personally kill a slave?”
“I think…” Catherine almost let it slip about Maureen’s attempted murder of Ailee. “Well, I suspect she could.”
“One hears of men who kill in a fit of rage, but a woman. Oh, that is unnatural.”
“So you think murder is natural?” Catherine loved to talk to her father about anything.
“I suppose I do. Humans have been killing one another for thousands of years. We just emerged from a brutal war. Look what the British did to our prisoners. They let them die in the holds of prison ships off Boston. Unforgivable. We treated their prisoners with decency. Thanks to Washington. But yes, I think murder, killing, theft, all the sins are part of humankind wherever we are in the world. In deepest Africa, one tribe kills another. In Europe all they do is start wars. China. The hoards of the East marching and killing across the plains. Finally stopped at Vienna in 1683. I’m afraid, my dear, it’s what we are. But women. Women are morally superior to men.”
She smiled. “Or Father, perhaps we haven’t had the chance.”
He walked more briskly with her. “You know, Catherine, sometimes you scare me.”
“I don’t mean to but ideas cross my mind. And thanks to you, I received a good education.”
“Do you talk to John in this fashion?”
She shook her head. “John deals with what’s in front of him. And remember, he did not have much education, just a bit of schooling in that tiny town in Western Massachusetts. Hardscrabble there.”
“Indeed,” her father agreed.
“I tell you, he is not a learned man nor an intellectual one, but he is brave, believes in Christ devoutly, far more devoutly than I do. And well…” She paused. “I think the early death of the baby has affected him even more than myself. There are times when I look at him, he doesn’t know I am watching him, and he’s so sad, so deeply sad.”
“I am sorry to hear that.”
“He wants to make everything all right. But he can’t. So he struggles to accept why God would do this to our baby, to me. I mourn the child, of course I do, but in a way women are prepared for these things.”
A long, long silence followed this as Ewing stared at the mountains. “Your mother bore her loss with incredible courage. You may be like me, my dear, but you are also much like her.”
“It’s a woman’s lot, Father.”
“Yes, yes, it is.” Then his voice grew stronger. “In life there is death and in death life. We must endure.”
“I am. I am.” Her hand slid from his forearm and she held his hand. “The future is not given to any of us. We must fight for it.”
33
February 8, 2017
Wednesday
“I built this to combat theft as well as politically motivated vandalizing of construction sites. As you can see, each site has multiple cameras trained on it.” Sean couldn’t help bragging.
“Do your workers know they’re there?” Harry’s curiosity bubbled over.
“The foremen know where the cameras are. We try to hide them. Can’t always.” He sighed. “But our losses to theft and, for lack of a better term, urban terrorism, have fallen.”
“Urban terrorism. I’ve never heard you speak like that.” Marvella, sitting in the chair next to Sean, questioned.
“I can’t think of a better term. We’ve got these groups that want to save butterflies, flying squirrels, you name it. Now look, I am not in the business of destroying wildlife but there has to be some common sense. Richmond needs buildings, new buildings. People are pouring in. Businesses are relocating. We’ve got to build.” He took a long pause. “Intelligently.”
“Yes.” Marvella sighed. “I had no idea all this was going on.”