“Adun, you can’t be serious!” Mrs. Orou exclaimed.
“Maman, all it needs is a good washing and cleaning and it’ll look as good as new,” her son replied.
“Father Desjardins can’t ride in that.”
Adun grimaced. “He’s a priest, not God Almighty.”
“Don’t you give me any sass, Adun Orou. Father Desjardins is a man of God. You be respectful when you speak of him. Now, go and ask Mr. Dossou at the car dealership if he has a vehicle you can use.”
“Go on now.”
He stalked off, fuming.
“Lord, have mercy on that boy’s soul.”