K. Brown II
don't know. Why don't you get off your fat ass and answer the door!?"
Unc and Selma's decorum when guests visited. Cliff, their nephew and godson,
stood on the enclosed porch staring through the window to across the street
at the houses wondering what life would be like in the neighborhood of
Holmsberg. The only two things he knew about Holmsberg was that there
was a prison approximately a mile away, and that his cousin, "Little
Unc," was killed nearby the prison-a death Cliff was too young to
understand. As he stared out the window, he awaited his sentence: life
or death. Cliff knew who was at the door.
boy was born with a plastic spoon in his mouth,'' yelled Unc and chuckled
in his garbled manner.
up you decrepit, old man," replied Selma from the kitchen. Selma
prided herself for being able to see well, hear well and move well. Her
husband, a WII veteran, had trouble with most of his motor skills.
Unc is in there sitting on his fat ass-again. That's all he does. Your
son's in there too. As you already know, he's done something wrong, but
I won't go into it."
boy was born with a plastic spoon in his mouth. Gark, garqle, goo (Ha,
ha, ha). Hey Selma! Who's at the door?"
her head out of the kitchen.
she said as her head disappeared back into the kitchen.
Unc," sounded a meek voice.
replied Unc. "D'you know what that boy did?"
so firmly out the window, trying to forget, that he went temporarily blind.
middle-class ass of a son busted our television," complained Unc
and Selma in unison.
mother, Snooty (a nickname given to her when she decided to go to college),
came into the living room, walked around the Pekinese dog named Soo who
was lying in the middle of the floor, and sat on the clear-plastic covered
couch. Snooty was pleased to hear that no new tragedy, caused by her son,
angrily. "First he pulled out the knob. Then he tried to cover-up
himself by putting the knob back. But when he did, it got all jammed up
in there. Now I have to unplug the TV to turn it off; plug the damned
thing in to turn it on. Hell if I'm going to call a repairman to fix something
as dumb as a knob. I had it estimated at fifty dollars. Damn. Lil' Unc
was never that stupid."
the time to think, said, "Hey Snooty. Why was this boy born with
a plastic spoon in his mouth? Plastic doesn't fix anything. Especially
not my TV. I bet you even have a dentist who fills his cavities with plastic."
over to the porch as she frowned and tugged on her ear nervously. She
had heard this before, six months ago when the calamity happened, and
she knew that this was not going to be the last time.
to Unc, Snooty joked, "I always recycle my plastic-ware. I even sew
mother always tried to mend her son's pain-with a pair of plaid mauve
you back there. Go get me a piece of candy from the dish in the dining
room, and one for yourself," bellowed Unc.
across the living room waving hello to his mother. In passing he stepped
on Soo's tail.
Soo scurried into the kitchen with her tail between her legs.
boy. Come here baby." Picking up Soo, Selma entered the living room
and sat in the orange, easy-chair rocker.
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