Sharp Tongue

Episode 10

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.