If Rhea thought that agreeing to the marriage would get the Johnsons off her back, then she, surely, had underestimated the couple. Once they finished their coffee, Mrs Johnson gathered her medicines, picked some clothes from a small cupboard that Rhea had just noticed, put them in her bag, handed them to Mr Johnson and said to Rhea,
“Come on dear, let’s get going, we have a lot to do before tomorrow.”
Aron got up and insisted, “I need to talk to Rhea,” and Rhea nodded fervently willing the overenthusiastic woman to let her stay where she was because she could sense what was coming. She had already gone through with this whole ordeal once before and she did not like it the first time enough to be willing to go through with it once again, but Mrs Johnson brushed both of them off.
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