“Shut up!” Aunt Beatrice barked. “So you want to go and bring unwanted pregnancy into this house? Who is he?” she demanded again.
Amanda swallowed nervously.
“Auntie, I have not seen him before. We have been talking online and he asked to see me,” she said softly.
“Where?” Aunt Beatrice asked.
“At New Haven. He said it is a new place around the new junction.”
“What?” Mirabel shouted. “New Haven? Do you even know what it takes to make a reservation there?”
Amanda sighed.
“I don’t know.”
“So, you want to go and meet a ritualist?” Aunt Beatrice shouted. “Go inside now and remove that nonsense you are wearing. You are not going anywhere.”
“Auntie, please,” Amanda tried to plead, but Beatrice silenced her instantly with a fierce glare.
Amanda lowered her head and walked back inside.
The moment Amanda entered her room, Mirabel moved closer to her mother.
“Mommy, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Mirabel asked.
“What are you thinking?” Aunt Beatrice asked.
