Chapter 3 of The Woman Who Married 6½ men As I stood there watching Esi Atta & Mister Smith(the white catechist & headmaster) passionately kissing, I began to plot my escape. I stepped gingerly on a pile of palm fronds that someone had cut and left on my grandmother’s farm. It made a squishing noise but the two people were too busy sucking each other’s tongues to notice. And that was how I gently retreated, out of the farm till I …