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MUSTARD III – Ch. 14 | KT OLLA

NOW weeks passed, then months; but Joshua wasn’t over the grief.

 He emptied bottles at bars, then staggered home wasted. He dropped in gutters and bathrooms, and spewed all dirt.

Then he promised Oki to stop. He’d stop for mama’s sake.

But Banji tried everything and just couldn’t stop. He sniffed things and got hooked.

 Then he picked cigar, thinking it could distract him awhile. He wanted to do anything, except beer.

Now he went for cigarettes, then a smoke became packets, and from packets a few brands.

Joshua was stuck in quicksand, faster in fact than quicksand does you. And even Scout rules failed him—for nothing holds feet there.

Now his sorrows soon got numbed, so he pushed on.

Meanwhile his kid sisters had become women, so Banji gave their hands in marriage.

One of their suitors wasn’t of the same faith as Morrow’s family. But he was affluent, so Banji liked him.

He cared little about faith in marriage. The thing looked like mere rules to him.

‘That’s religion,’ he would say. For he didn’t know about redemption through Jesus – and the Christian life.

So, when someone from a different faith came asking one of his sisters, he didn’t give this plenty talk before he handed her to the man.

It was Comfort—and she trusted him. She trusted her brother’s lead.

So, Morrow led this new life, and sorted family matters.

He married out his two sisters, then left home to work.

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