Chapter 46. Rottweiler

ALICIA CHAY

As I glanced down into the soulless eyes of each mobster destroying every negro home for blocks, their reptilian bloodline made me scream with thunderous affinity.

The astronomical roar stopped everyone and everything. 

Momentarily. White mobsters searched the sky and everything around them. Ah! They were startled! I found it fascinating!

“Screw that! Kill those niggers, now! And that's an order!”

Meanwhile, inside the home...James gathered his son and three daughters and ushered them into his bedroom. Joan, his pregnant wife, plugged the drain in the sink and bathtub and turned on the hot and cold-water full blast.

“Everyone in the bathroom! Now!”

“I'm scared, Mom!” said his oldest daughter, grief-stricken.

"Get it together, baby. We'll be scared later."

"What is going on, mom? Why does white folks hate us so much?"

"This is a conversation for another day, baby."

Joan glared at her husband. “What are