The Prouds; A Novel

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king could talk to about it. Therefore, she was always
looking for a solution to that problem.
The brother and sister talked lengthily while the
young woman remained standing up.
After a while, the king asked his sister, “Who is this
beautiful young woman? Why did you bring her here?”
Anticipating that question, the princess replied,
“This is my slave, Wenonah. I brought her to you as a gift.
She will serve you and do anything you want.”
She paused for a moment and added, wishfully,
“Perhaps she will give a son who is as beautiful as she is.”
Wenonah’s shyness increased, she kept staring at
the ground, and she became very nervous while the king
examined her with his eyes wandering all over the slim,
tall, blue-eyed, blonde, and fair woman.
Then, he turned angrily to his sister, “How many
times did I tell to stop doing this?”
Clinching his left hand, he shouted, “I will never
have a son, Edith. I will never have a son.”
Calming, he quietly concluded, “If God wanted me
to have a son, I would have had one long ago when I was
still young. How can an old man like me have a son?”
Volcanoes would erupt inside the king whenever
the issue of having children was brought up.
The sister, who had always managed to calm her
brother down, looked at him. “Let it be the last time,
Brother.”

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