The February day is bitter cold. Whirlwinds of snow whip through the trees that lurch back and forth in their icy sheaths as the relentless wind roars through the streets.
Inside the impressive brick house, Sonny and his crew talk about the deals they just negotiated with some midtown gangs. Relaxing and enjoying the ‘victory' conversation, Sonny barely acknowledges the sound of the doorbell. Listening to his comrades excited banter, a slight frown crosses his ruggedly handsome face when the doorbell sounds again. He rises from the arm of the overstuffed easy chair. Sonny's muscular 6' 2" frame always commands attention. He is impressive even when he's just answering the door. He speaks through the storm door.
"Yeah, what do you want?" It's almost a question.
Sonny eyes the young, black girl at his door. Her wind blasted cheeks and nose are rosy compared to the rest of her honey colored face. A few tendrils of long, curly hair lash out from under her hat and temporarily force her eyes shut. She grabs the hair, tucks it back under the hat, and looks up at Sonny.
"I'm here about the job in the paper!" she yells through the wind.
Caught off guard by the color of her eyes, Sonny doesn't respond immediately; instead, he stares deeply into her hazel-green eyes. She clutches a flailing piece of paper and holds it up for Sonny to see.
"The job for housekeeper!" she explains.
Even though she's shouting, between the noise of the boys and the gusting wind, Sonny can't hear her. He opens the storm door, and immediately the wind snatches it out of his hand. The frigid air attacks his body as he desperately reaches for the door.
"Christ! Come in! Come on hurry up!"
She is blocking his path to retrieve the door, and he isn't trying to actually step outside to get it. She's not moving fast enough so he grabs her arm and pulls her in. While Sonny is busy cursing the wind and closing the door, the girl stands motionless. Apprehension sets in as she looks at the room full of white men. She fights the urge to turn around and run.