Sharp Tongue - Season 1 - Episode 2

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Sharp Tongue - Season 1 - Episode 2

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Sheila headed for the main house. Getting
away from her aunt was the best thing to do at
the moment. She does not want to cause a
scene at her grandpa’s birthday bash. She had
also promised her parents that she would be a
‘good girl’ today. She doesn’t want to disappoint them. But her aunt was bent on making her break that promise. That woman should go and get a life. How old was she anyway? Thirty- nine going to forty, what a shame.

“Sheila!”

Her aunt’s shrill voice stopped her in her
tracks.

She turned around and saw Martha
marching towards her. What was wrong with this
woman?

Why was she following her? The devil
himself must have sent her.

“How dare you walk out on me?”

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” She
turned and started to walk away. Something
was definitely wrong with this woman.

“Sheila! Get back here!”

She ignored her and made her way into the
house. She went straight to the living room,
switched on the T.V and settled on the
sofa. Her aunt’s attitude was beginning to get to her.

The farther she was from her, the better.
Martha walked in fuming. It was high time
she taught her neice a lesson or two. She has
had enough of her rude and unpleasant attitude.

The whole family has had enough. She
wasn’t getting off easily this time. She picked up
the T.V remote and switched it off.

“Aunt Martha, that was uncalled for.”
“You are a very silly girl. How dare you
walk out on me? Who in God’s name gave you the audacity to disrespect me? You lack home
training. Your parents are not… I repeat,
they are not capable of impacting good morals
into your thick incorrigible skull. ”

Sheila got to her feet, her aunt was
beginning to get on her already fried nerves, “Please don’t bring my parents into this.”

“Why not? They have failed in their
responsibility. How old are you? Eighteen?

Look how you have turned out. Uncultured,
mannerless, spoilt…”

“Please, please… What do you know about
responsibilities? You are not married, talk
about having a child of your own. Here you are
talking about what you do not know.”

Martha hit her across the face, “Don’t you
ever, ever in your lazy life, speak to me like that
again. How dare you?” John and Eureka walked in. Boma and Edidiong had informed them that Sheila was being scolded for being mean to them. They had hoped that the day would end without squabbles, but it seems that, that was not
going to happen.

“What is going on here?” John approached
them. Her mother took a seat on the
seatee.

Sheila barely acknowledged them, her
surprised gaze was trailed on Martha’s angry ones.

She could not believe that her aunt had slapped
her. This woman has gone too far.

“Martha what is wrong?”
“I am disappointed at both of you,” she
eyed John, then Eureka.

“Martha, this is not the time to trade
insults…”

“Insults…” She glanced at Sheila, “You
should have been here when this ‘small thing’
painted me blue and black.”

Sheila attempted to hit her, but her father
held her back.

“Sheila!” Her mother jumped to her feet,
“What has come over you?”
“Leave her alone John. Let her try it. I will
show her the stuff I am made of.”

She eyed her aunt and released her hand
from her father’s firm grip. “You are going to
regret this.”

“Keep quiet!”

She met her father’s gaze, he didn’t look
too happy. She turned to look at her mother,
she was frowning. She dreaded the long lecture
they would give her when they get home.

“I don’t care what happened or who is at
fault. I want you to apologize to your aunt this
minute.”

Sheila eyed her father, she can’t and won’t
apologize to her aunt. Why should she?

They were not here when the witch slapped her.
She turned around and headed for the door.
Eureka’s jaw dropped in astonishment.

John sighed, God, what did I do wrong?
“Can you imagine? Look at your daughter.
She has gotten out of hand. Both of you need to
do something about her,” she eyed them again,
“… something fast.”

John and Eureka exchanged glances. What
else can they do but to continue praying and
talking to her. What else can they do but to wait
patiently for her to change. After all, she
was their daughter, their only child, and they
loved her regardless of her faults.