August 1899
"Do you or your daughter have a problem working for a colored man, Mr. Vallelonga?"
"She's nine, doc. Why would she have a problem?" My father told the pianist. The black man smiled down at me.
"Good. Shall we begin?"
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Yellow Roses // Thomas Shelby
FanficWhen a girl who's loved meets a man who's feared.
