With her last strength, Mrs. BC said, "People’s blo--od? What kind of man did I marry? What kind of man is this? You were ki--lling other people’s children for money, and now my soul must be sacrificed too?"
Tunde responded, "Father said you knew he was a ritua--list."
"You and your father are m--ad!" Mrs. BC shouted. "You’re st--upid for trying to f--orce me to be part of this evil. You’re stu--pid, Tunde, and I will not be part of this." With that, Tunde left and went to his father’s room.
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Mr. Adola was on the verge of death. His left leg had begun to rot, emitting a foul smell, and he was in pain. "Father, Mother doesn’t seem like she’ll ever compromise," Tunde said.
Mr. Adola grunted, "She didn’t, but we did it last time. You must come to terms with the fact that she may always refuse. So, make your plans and do what you have to do."
"You mean I should be prepared to always ra--pe her?" Tunde asked, dumbfounded.
"I told you to do what you have to do," Mr. Adola replied. With that, Tunde left the room, uncertain of what the future held.
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