“Yeah,” she says, a single word summing up that dark bit of history. “Those ones. I inherited the profit from his shares, and I’d like to give it back. I don’t want to sit on apartheid money.” My shock must show on my face, because she reads it instantly. “We’re not all oblivious monsters.” “No, I just…I didn’t know you guys were using that word for this.” “It fits,” she says.
