My friend Chris called to tell me he was bringing his little sister Candice to my house to meet Grandma. I was at the gym, so I expected to see them when I got home.
I came home and walked into my room, it was empty. I figured Chris and Candice were in the living room talking to Grandma. I walked into the living room, there was no sign of Chris nor his sister. Grandma was in the kitchen.
“Grandma, did you see Chris?”
She looked very unhappy. She closed the oven door and walked over to me ready to either argue, or drop knowledge. I couldn’t tell which until she spoke.
“Donny, listen to me righ' now.” She was so annoyed she kept her eyes closed as she spoke. She looked down and took a breath. She opened her eyes and shook her head.
“Dis house, no es for de prostitutions.”
I waited a second before responding. I hadn’t brought a girl over in a long time so this was far out of the blue.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Listen to me righ' now.” She pointed to the ground with one arthritic hand,
“I, don’ want, de prostitutions in my house.”
She pointed to the ground with both hands.
“Dis is my home. Dis my home. No more!” She waved her hands apart to emphasize exactly how much more prostitution she was willing to tolerate.
Chris's sister is very pretty and they are always hugging. I feared a mistake had been made.
“Listen.” She looked down again and held her right hand up in protest with her eyes closed, as if talking about it was painful. “Little Chris bring de prostitute into my house.” She shook her head as she continued. I could have stopped her, but I let her get a few lines in.
“Dis is no more. Dis is my house. I don’ want dose kind of peoples in my house. Dose peoples are eh disgusting, eh terrible," She counted the offenses of prostitutes on her fingers, "eh drogas, have many thousands of diseas----”
“THAT WAS HIS SISTER!”
She looked at me confused. “What?”
“That was his little sister, and he wanted you to meet her!”
“Oh really?” She adjusted her position and raised up straight, with one hand on the counter. “You sure?”
“Yes, he told me he was coming here with his sister to meet you.”
“Oh shit.” She looked away, genuinely disappointed with herself for her mistake. She looked back at me quickly.
“I sorry” She turned and walked away, shaking her hands as if she had just touched something hot.
I came home and walked into my room, it was empty. I figured Chris and Candice were in the living room talking to Grandma. I walked into the living room, there was no sign of Chris nor his sister. Grandma was in the kitchen.
“Grandma, did you see Chris?”
She looked very unhappy. She closed the oven door and walked over to me ready to either argue, or drop knowledge. I couldn’t tell which until she spoke.
“Donny, listen to me righ' now.” She was so annoyed she kept her eyes closed as she spoke. She looked down and took a breath. She opened her eyes and shook her head.
“Dis house, no es for de prostitutions.”
I waited a second before responding. I hadn’t brought a girl over in a long time so this was far out of the blue.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Listen to me righ' now.” She pointed to the ground with one arthritic hand,
“I, don’ want, de prostitutions in my house.”
She pointed to the ground with both hands.
“Dis is my home. Dis my home. No more!” She waved her hands apart to emphasize exactly how much more prostitution she was willing to tolerate.
Chris's sister is very pretty and they are always hugging. I feared a mistake had been made.
“Listen.” She looked down again and held her right hand up in protest with her eyes closed, as if talking about it was painful. “Little Chris bring de prostitute into my house.” She shook her head as she continued. I could have stopped her, but I let her get a few lines in.
“Dis is no more. Dis is my house. I don’ want dose kind of peoples in my house. Dose peoples are eh disgusting, eh terrible," She counted the offenses of prostitutes on her fingers, "eh drogas, have many thousands of diseas----”
“THAT WAS HIS SISTER!”
She looked at me confused. “What?”
“That was his little sister, and he wanted you to meet her!”
“Oh really?” She adjusted her position and raised up straight, with one hand on the counter. “You sure?”
“Yes, he told me he was coming here with his sister to meet you.”
“Oh shit.” She looked away, genuinely disappointed with herself for her mistake. She looked back at me quickly.
“I sorry” She turned and walked away, shaking her hands as if she had just touched something hot.