Chapter 211: Chapter 211
Chapter 211
~Mr. Fanny escapes being bullied~
Kate stood up to take her leave, insisting that Mr. Fanny take the money, which she never wanted to take.
“Have a seat, daughter. We are not done yet,” Mr. Fanny commanded and Kate sat down and rolled her eyes at him in such a way that showed that she was nagging inwardly.
“Oh dad. I don’t need this money. I am not in dire need of money right now. I am contented with the little I have got. Besides, how did you make such money while in jail?”
His jaw sagged, as he grinned briefly. “Forget about how I made it and take it,” he interrupted her, shooting an anxious stare into her face and wondering what she was up to; he could not recall the last time he gave her money for her welfare and he feared that Kate was making her money illegally now.
“The little you get from who? Who gives you money? I have been in jail for six months now; your mother is busy frolicking with another man so where have you been getting your money? How have you been surviving?” he questioned, leaving his face roughened with frown, while he waited for her response.
Kate shrugged, “dad!” she called and took away the money when she saw the prison warden drew near with his hostile face. “Trust me when I tell you I am fine. Do I look broke? I don’t.”
He shook his head and protested, “That doesn’t answer my question. Who gives you money? You and I know you don’t have a job, so how have you been surviving?”
Just then Kate turned back her face and stared at Eva.
Mr. Fanny caught her gaze, “Oh are you trying to tell me she has been the one taking care of you?” he asked, blinking hastily, and scratching his beards on his right shoulder since his hands were handcuffed. “How can she take care of you, when I know she has got little or nothing to foot your bills? Come on daughter,” he said, pulled closer as though he didn’t want anyone to hear what she was about saying, “Or have you started sleeping with men for money?” he asked in whispers.
“Come on dad you know I can’t do that,” replied Kate, still twisting her bright face at Eva. Whose attention was on her phone now, “Listen up, she gives me from the pocket money her mother gives her. She has been providing for me and ensuring I don’t sell my body and dignity for money. She loves me so much and I love her too. Dad,” she called to catch his attention when he kept gazing upon Eva.
Mr. Fanny shook his head in disguise, “Even at that what she gives you can’t be compared with what I am giving you. Take that money for your up keep…”
He was yet speaking when Kate stole a glance at the prison warden and being assured the prison warden wasn’t staring in their direction. “No dad, you need that money more than I do. If you don’t mind I think you have nothing else to say. I would rather take my leave,” she snapped and quickly squeezed the wads of dollars into his orange jumpsuit and started walking away.
“Kate!Kate!Kate!” Mr. Fanny called drawing attention from onlookers and finally keeping quiet when the prison warden warned him with his hostile face.
“You must be through, dude,” the prison warden said once he got to the sides of Mr. Fanny who had been staring at Kate and Eva as they checked out of the jail yard .
When the warden yelled, “Talk to me, punk!”
And Mr. Fanny flinched, shook his head in concurrence and breathed at an unsteady pace as his heart became troubled thinking about Kate ‘s wellbeing.
“Now kiss her good bye and bring your ass back into the jail,” the warden commanded, held him on the hand and pulled him through.
He grinned, dimmed his eyes in pain and tried to see if he could look across his shoulders and still see Kate and Eva, leaving
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So on a fateful ,day Mr. Fanny was well seated to himself in his jail cubicle, head bowed between his knees, lost in the middle of a heavy thought as he stared in the space and watched on when he overheard the knocking of sneakers and oxfords on the floor; as though the people having these sneakers oxford s didn’t have time to waste. In no distance time, they appeared very audible to him and he was surprised when he raised his head to see that they were people he knew; the American blonde and four of his jail thugs; upon seeing them, Mr. fanny, stood to his feet, hastened to the American blonde and bowed his head in fear yet knowing his reason for visiting and his fate should he fail to give him positive response about his drugs.
With his jaw clenched, the American blonde rolled his eyes at him, stole a glance at his thugs and returned his stare upon him again, “The last time we visited you told us to return on this day that you would have made sales from the cocaine. Now we are here I demand my money.” The American blonde said, stretching out his hand to Mr. Fanny who was already fidgety like a mouse. He made to the edge of the bed , pulled out the wads of dollars , Kate rejected the other day and gave to him.
The American blonde counted it, shook his head and waved at one of the thugs who matched forward with a bag.
“This is a fresh supply of drugs. Sell them. I am coming in two weeks for the money,” he said and matched out with his thugs.
And Mr. Fanny stared in the space, thinking and being grateful to Kate for rejecting the money because he had forgotten he was owing the American blonde for the drugs he sold…
The heat was on…