laughter. âCalm down, Iâm just joking with you. My dad is great and very understanding. He just wants his little girl to be happy. So as long as Iâm happy, heâll be happy.â
âAnd are you happy?â Norman pulled into Paigeâs driveway and then waited for her response.
Paige turned, looked at Norman, took his hand, and then said, âIn all honesty, happier than Iâve been in a long time and happier than, just last week, I could have ever imagined myself being. And I thank you for that, Norman. Thank you for saving me.â Paige patted Normanâs hand with her free hand and then released it so that he could walk around and open her car door for her.
The minute Norman got out of the car she began fanning herself. For some reason, it had just gotten hot in there . . .
Chapter Ten
âOn the phone you were ecstatic to hear about my nuptials,â Norman said to his mother as the two of them sat in the family dining room alone. âYou couldnât wait to meet your new daughter - in - law. So whatâs changed?â
âNothing has changed. Iâm still happy for you. Iâm just a little taken aback that you married someone who is . . . you know.â Mrs. Vanderdale leaned in closer to her son and said in a whisper, âColored.â
âMother, no one uses that word anymore in reference to African Americans. You are just trying to be disrespectful and I will not tolerate it. I wonât tolerate it toward my wife or any person of color.â
âSee, you said it yourself.â Mrs. Vanderdale pointed accusingly at her son. âYou said colored.â
âMom, donât try to misconstrue my words. I didnât mean it like that; not how you meant it. Blacks havenât been referred to as colored in ages. And since I can remember, I canât ever recall you referring to a black person as colored. Please donât start now.â
âOkay, then, black. African American, or whatever theyâre calling themselves these days. Heck, some of them are still calling each other the N word, and I canât say colored. How hypocritical.â
âThis is bigger than what you choose to call a black person. This is about how you choose to treat Black people. My wife is black and she will not be mistreated or disrespected by you or anyone else because of it â not under my watch.â
âAre you getting fresh with me?â Her cheeks turned red. She and her son had had their differences in the past, but heâd always spoken to her with the proper tongue. As far as she was concerned, he was sadly mistaken if he thought he was going to start getting fresh in the mouth with her now. It was time she reminded him that she carried the ace. âDonât forget your inheritance isnât engraved in stone. I can call up the family lawyers right now and â â
âMother, please.â Norman shooed his hand. âYou know me better than that. The whole âwaving the trust fund over our heads like a carrotâ thing works with Samantha, not me. And thatâs the exact reason why I chose to be my own man and never got comfortable with your and Fatherâs money. I wonât be manipulated. Iâm no oneâs puppet. Like I told you guys the day I left here on my eighteenth birthday and never looked back: I will do whatever I want, when, where, and however I want to do it in spite of what you think about it. And that includes marrying a black woman.â
âSo is that why you married a color . . . I mean, black girl? To spite me? If thatâs the case, you win.â She threw her hands up in the air. âI believe you now; youâre your own man. Guess you told me. Now run, get an annulment, and weâll forget it ever happened. Jokeâs over. Ha - ha.â
Norman shook his head. âUnfortunately for you, Mother, this is no joke. My marriage to Paige is very real.â
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