Must Read: Razor Tongue - Season 1 - Episode 11

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Must Read: Razor Tongue - Season 1 - Episode 11

John sat on the bed in his pyjamas reading the
morning news on his ipad. Sheila knocked and
came in.
“Morning dad,” she sat on the bed beside him.

“Morning pumpkin,” he kissed her on the
cheek.
“Daddy.”
“Hmmm… ” His eyes was glued to the ipad
screen.
“Daddy,” she frowned, wondering if he was
listening to her.
“I can hear you pumpkin. What is it?”
“When are you going to buy me a car?” She
flashed him a smile.
“What do you need a car for?” He eyed her.
“Mobility dad. I am nineteen. I am old enough
to have a car.”
“Really?”
She crossed her hands against her b0s0m,
“Boma and Edidiong were driving before they
were nineteen.”
“So?”
Her frustrated look wasn’t lost to him, “Most of
my course mates drive their own cars.”
He shrugged, “You are not everybody, you are
Sheila Adams.”
She groaned, right now she wished she was
someone else.
“When you graduate at twenty one, you will
definitely get a beautiful car,” he returned his
attention to what he was reading.

“But I want a car now.”
“Who wants a car now?” Eureka strolled into
the room. “What are you both still doing in your
pyjamas? It’s past nine and breakfast is ready.”
John got down from the bed, “I am farmished,”
he pecked his wife on both cheeks and walked
out of the room.
Sheila met her mum’s questioning gaze. “You
told me your parents bought you a car on your
eighteenth birthday.”

“So? Is your name Eureka?”
“No… ”
“Good, your breakfast is getting cold,” she
marched out of the room. Sheila collasped on
the bed. What’s with her parents? Why can’t
she have a car now? Everybody she knows have
a car of their own. Why should her case be
different? Money wasn’t the problem. But her
parents were conscious when it comes to
spending it.
“Sheila Adams! Get your lazy bum off my bed
and go join your dad at the dinning!” Her
mum’s voice echoed through the walls.
She dragged herself off the bed and walked out
of the room. Her mother was waiting outside.
“You will get your car when you graduate.”
Sheila rolled her eyes and headed for the
dinning. Two years is a long time to wait for a
car. Her mother walked past her.

“I got a call from Dorcas,” she pulled out a chair
and sat down, “Martha and Daniel are getting
married on Saturday. The traditional wedding is
on Thursday and the introduction is on
Tuesday.”
“Good for them,” he filled his mug with decaf
coffee and added milk, “We are not going.”
Eureka and Sheila stared at him.

“My dad doesn’t want my daughter at any
family event.”
She sighed, “He was upset when he said that,
he… ”
“If Sheila is not going, we are not going,” he
took a sip from the mug and added more milk.
Sheila tried to hide the smile curving from one
end of her lips to the other. It is good to know
that her father has decided to stand up for her.
It feels good to be Sheila Adams right now.