Trying hard to live out a dream . struggling to stay afloat. Dora thought that once she'd convinced her husband to allow her to pursue her longtime dream, the rest would be easy. After all, how hard could it be to operate a successful soul food restaurant? Others had done it . just not here But why was this any different than any other place? She never thought she'd be welcomed with open arms, but she didn't expect to be avoided like she had some sort of communicable disease, either. She'd done all of the research, a brief internship at a popular restaurant, and gone through all of the changes the City put her through. White people didn't want to work for her simply because she is black, and blacks thought that it was forbidden for a black person to put a soul food restaurant in a predominantly white neighborhood, therefore, they refused to come to Chesterfield to work in a soul food restaurant for a black person, an African. She had no choice but to hire some riffraff whose ultimate intensions were to deplete her resources, a Muslim who refused to touch pork because of his religious believes and a psycho who came to work with his house hold belongs his first day of work. What else did they want from her? What else could go wrong? She'd been challenged and tried and she was weary from the rollercoaster ride they'd taken her on. Now, after all she'd dealt with here, she was . still trying to get her tiny piece of "The Master's Territory."