“But above all,” she wrote, “night and day, I thank the good God for having so arranged our lives that our dear Armand will never know that his mother, who adores him, belongs to the race that is cursed with the brand of slavery.” Armand’s hands shake violently as he crumples the letter and slams his fist on to the cabinet. Sweating and pale Armand walks toward the fire while bumping into the workers adding to the fire. His eyes were lifeless as he steps closer and closer to the fire the embers almost singeing the hair on his eye brows. He reaches his hand out and tosses the letter in letting the fire burn his finger. The workers continue on…
Armand showed that he would shun his wife and kids over this, I decided to make Armand even more selfish where in this tragedy he sees opportunity to keep his pride and social standing since the problem dealt with itself and the evidence is in the pyre. Good luck to him if he tries to have kids again.
