I got sick of Rose's relatives turning up at all hours, expecting free board and lodging. The latest was Willie.
"Who is he? And why should he be in our house?"
Things had got a bit tense.
"He's my brother!" cried Rose. "Don't turn him out at this hour!"
"According to my count, you have at least 12 brothers! And they've all been here eating us out of house and home."
"But Willie is really my brother, you white men don't understand. He is the son of Mana!"
Now Mana I respected. But just who her real children were would take an army of anthropologists to unravel.