Eve: Tell me about Hosea.
Mozelle: You're too young to understand. But when I was with Hozea, it was like my whole body was burning. I'd come home and I'd have to rub ice on my face and neck to cool down. If Maynard knew he never said a word. And then one night, Hosea showed up at the door. He said, "pack your bags, woman, I've come to take with me." And God help me... I pushed past my startled husband, I was going upstairs to pack my bags when I heard Maynard say in a tone I'd never heard him say: "I don't care who you are, sir, but if you do not leave my house at once, I will hurt you." And I turned just in time to see Hosea pull the gun out and aim it at Maynard. "I'm in love with your wife and if you try to stop us, I'll kill you..." Maynard walked right up and pushed his chest in the barrel of the gun. And he said, "Well, you'll have to kill me, 'cause my wife ain't going nowhere." Oh, Eve...in that moment, I knew that I loved Maynard! He was so calm and brave, and it was Hosea who was trembling. Maynard said, "Mozelle, tell this man you ain't going nowhere with him--so he can get the hell out of my house." Mama was standing in the doorway of the kitchen and she was holding her heart like this. I walked slowly over...and I stood next to my husband. I looked at my lover: this man who had lit this great fire in me, and I said, "please leave our house. I never want to see you again." Hosea's eyes went another color. He stopped trembling. He looked right at me. And he said, "all right then." (gunshot) And he shot Maynard in the chest. And I was alone. For awhile.

Mozelle: Last night, I had a dram that I was flying. It was such a fine feeling. But in the corner of my eye, I saw a woman drowning in the very same air that was keeping me afloat. And I knew without looking that it was me. Should I save her? Then I heard Louis' voice saying, "don't look back." So I kept on flying...and I let her drown. When I woke up, I told Julian I would marry him......He wouldn't have it any other way. Maybe God will be kind and allow me to go with him. I'm so tired of being left alone. (long pause) Your daddy gave me a message for you. "Tell Eve I still owe her that dance."

Louis: (voice-over narration) To Mozelle...Mozelle, it's been two hours since we spoke and finally I feel calm enough to write this. I realize your accusations, however shocking and cruel, stem from some weakness in myself that allows you to believe the worst in me. As you and I know, I'm just a small-town doctor, pushing aspirin to the elderly, but to a certain type of woman, I'm a hero. I need to be a hero sometimes. That's my weakness, that much is true. But how, Mozelle, could I have sunk so low, in your estimation, to the leechy depths where you would accuse me of deliberately abusing my most beloved child? I am guilty in the sense that I adore her, and I allowed her to adore me. It was a sweet indulgence, but nothing in her behavior prepared me for what happened on the night of the storm. Roz and I had a terrible fight and I guess it was inevitable. I knew Cicely could never sleep through a fight like that, so I wasn't surprised when she came downstairs. Maybe I was even waiting for her. Mozelle, I swear, the first kiss was the sweetest kiss a daughter could give a drunk and guilt-ridden father. A kiss of redemption. In the next moment, it had gone wrong. From my scotch haze, it took a second for me to realize my daughter was kissing me like a woman! This is where I blame myself. I was so startled that I hit her and she fell to the floor. The look she gave me almost stopped my heart. And I knew I had lost her. Mozelle, I would give my life to have that moment back. I would hold her and comfort her. We would talk through her confusion, and I would put her to bed with the boundaries between us intact. I love her more than my life. I hope that one day she can forgive me. I felt that I could betray her again by telling you or Roslyn. Forgive me... -Louis.