Daddy would just go ahead to pick another wife. And if he turned out to be a brute, she would stop at nothing to whip the hell out of me at the slightest provocation. A step-mother! No! I shook my head in negation totally rejecting the idea.
But Fred... Who was he?
My daddy brought the car to a halt in front of tantalizer. He opened the door and unfastened his seatbelt. He smiled at me and went out immediately. He returned soon with a big bowl of ice cream, I'd totally forgotten about the ce phone conversation. Meeting Aunty Ameze at home with her wonderful smiles erased the thought completely from my head.
She bought some children storybooks and magazines at the mall for me. Sometimes i wish she were my mother.
We were together in the guest room that evening, when my father drove away in his BMW convertible. He was never to returned again to us.