“Oh, Mum. Did you get off work early?” I ask, surprised to see her.
“I’m getting married. I have invited Stella to the wedding because it was her birthday yesterday, but you are going to school.” She closes the door.
I rush down the stairs to our messy living room. Stella is all dressed up in her Sunday best church clothes, twirling insanely around to make the skirt of her dress flare out. “Nah, nah na nah na, I get to go to the wedding and you don’t.” she taunts.
“I’d rather go to school anyway.” I reply sulkily, I won’t let her get the better of me.
“Not that its any of your business but his name is Ted.”
“Who is he?”
“I work with him at the bank, he’s the night watchman, you met him a couple of weeks ago.”
“I don’t remember meeting him.”
“Yes you do.” Stella pipes up, “Mum brought him to the house to meet Grandma and Grandpa.”
“That old man? You can’t be marrying him.”
“Who I choose to marry is none of your business.”
“But he’s older than Grandpa.” I can hardly believe it. I’m angry with her.
“Things are going to change around here,” she announces tartly, “You will learn to show respect.”
Respect. Is she out of her mind? How on earth am I supposed to respect an old man who, grabbed and squeezed my breasts before I was able to push him away.