Madam Minister (Part Two)
The gates rolled on the metal rail. Then clanked shut. The sound of Madam Minister’s car receded into the distance. Dr Monteseri scurried upstairs. Within minutes, he had dressed up in a light blue denim jacket and trousers and canvasses, and was rushing down stairs. He passed through the lounge into the dining room.
“Dad,” said Isabel, the his ten year old daughter.
“Hi Icee," he said. Then moved closer and kissed her cheek. “Where is baby Hotie?”
“She is bathing shady.”
“Bathing shady, again?”
“Yes, Dad. She is never tired of bathing her.”
Her father laughed. Then said to her,
“She is fond of her.”
“No, Dad, she is not fond of anything. She has removed Shady’s other hand and cut off her beautiful hair . She has no hands and hairs anymore.”
He laughed again.
“Don’t worry, dear. I will buy you new gifts. May be, she might want another doll.”
Isabel smiled, displaying her beautiful teeth.
“Mum shouted at you again?” she asked in one quick breath.
Her daddy flaunted a phony frown.
“I heard her,” she said.
“No, she did not.”
“She did Dad. We heard her voice.“
“We…we…who are the we?”
“Nene and I. She said you are wicked."
"Why did she say such a thing?"
'She said you are beating mom."
"No, I did never did that."
"I beat her. Then she started cutting up Shady.“
Dr Monteseri kissed her brow. Then scampered up, running as fast as he could, toward the children’s room. By the time he arrive, Nene was lying was on the floor, in a pool of blood.
The gates rolled on the metal rail. Then clanked shut. The sound of Madam Minister’s car receded into the distance. Dr Monteseri scurried upstairs. Within minutes, he had dressed up in a light blue denim jacket and trousers and canvasses, and was rushing down stairs. He passed through the lounge into the dining room.
“Dad,” said Isabel, the his ten year old daughter.
“Hi Icee," he said. Then moved closer and kissed her cheek. “Where is baby Hotie?”
“She is bathing shady.”
“Bathing shady, again?”
“Yes, Dad. She is never tired of bathing her.”
Her father laughed. Then said to her,
“She is fond of her.”
“No, Dad, she is not fond of anything. She has removed Shady’s other hand and cut off her beautiful hair . She has no hands and hairs anymore.”
He laughed again.
“Don’t worry, dear. I will buy you new gifts. May be, she might want another doll.”
Isabel smiled, displaying her beautiful teeth.
“Mum shouted at you again?” she asked in one quick breath.
Her daddy flaunted a phony frown.
“I heard her,” she said.
“No, she did not.”
“She did Dad. We heard her voice.“
“We…we…who are the we?”
“Nene and I. She said you are wicked."
"Why did she say such a thing?"
'She said you are beating mom."
"No, I did never did that."
"I beat her. Then she started cutting up Shady.“
Dr Monteseri kissed her brow. Then scampered up, running as fast as he could, toward the children’s room. By the time he arrive, Nene was lying was on the floor, in a pool of blood.
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