“Daddy, she is not totally bad. She is a human being too. Amanda is the woman I want to marry.”
“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Pa James said. “I think I know what to do.”
Obina smiled.
“Daddy, whatever you do, I know you will like her. She is a nice person,” he said confidently.
In the next couple of days, Pa James dressed like a poor beggar and approached Mirabel’s gate. Aunt Beatrice and Mirabel were on their way out of the house when they saw him.
“Good afternoon, my daughter,” he greeted.
“Who are you and what are you doing here, old man?” Mirabel asked sharply.
“My daughter, I—”
Mirabel shut him up immediately.
“Mommy, who is he calling his daughter? Do I look wretched to you?” Mirabel shot angrily.
“My dear,” Pa James continued, “I need a cup of water and some food. I’m so hungry.”
Aunt Beatrice and her daughter burst into laughter.
“I can see you are out of your mind. Does this place look like a charity home to you? What gave you the audacity to stand in our way?”
“Please, my daughter—”
Pa James tried to talk, but Mirabel slapped him.
“How dare you interrupt my mother while she is talking, stupid old fool!”
With that, she pushed him aside and walked away.
