The President's Son
Harry couldn't read.
"Oh yes, Angela will come here tonight. I hope you get married soon and give me grandchildren." Paula changed the subject.
"Don't expect much, Mom!"
"What?"
Harry sighed. "I don't like her and will not marry her," Harry insisted, remembering Sarra again.
"You still have hope in that Minnesota girl?" Paula's face was red, and the anger was printed on it.
"Yes," Harry replied.
Paula stood up. How could it be when he had already arranged a marriage, but Harry again refused, "She must have had another man, she thought you must be dead."
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