The Check
"Do you have the paperwork so I can get Andre enrolled in school?"
"Who're you talking to?"
"I am talking to you."
Granny Mabel flipped the pancakes and scrambled the eggs, "No you are not." She was good at ignoring me until she got the right results.
This woman has entered my home. She has taken over my home. She demands respect. But she confuses me, and I think that is how she gained control.
Granny Mabel has been in my home for the last five months. I have grown close to three kids that are not my own. Andre is doing much better health wise, and he is looking forward to going to kindergarten. His cancer is in remission.
It was 8 am, and I needed to get to the private school by 9 am. I knew the Dean and the Superintendent personally and my donations to the academy in the past helped with squeezing Andre in. I just didn't know how long this dance with Granny Mabel would be if I did not cooperate with her.
I knew Michonne would be surprised. I don't see much of her. She is always in her room studying for the bar exam. I guess that little win fall supplied by me came in handy more ways than I had originally thought.
The other two kids, Noah who was 12, Michonne's nephew and Abigail who was 8, Michonnes daughter were already dressed in their uniforms sitting at the table eating breakfast that Granny Mabel served them.
I had enrolled them at Pinnacle Academy. Top private school in the state of Georgia. My sizable donation got them in the mostly white school. Granny Mabel pointed the race thing out, but she didn't complain. She said all her grandkids were smart if not smarter than all the other kids in a 10-mile radius. Not sure what distance has to do with intelligence and I refuse to broach the subject with her because again she confuses me and I think she enjoys my befuddlement or at least being the cause of it.
"Good Morning Granny Mabel." I gave her what she wanted to get the information I was inquiring so I could be on my way.
"There you go. Now we are talking Richard. Don't ever greet me with out a good morning. It confuses me because we certainly ain't fucking."
"Granny Mabel! There are children in the kitchen."
I was still stunned at the language she uses around the children. When she gets excited, it's even worse.
"They heard me say fucking before and I use it mostly as an adverb, ain't that right Noah?"
"It can be used as an adjective too." Noah offered as he ate the last of his eggs.
All I could do was shake my head before I continued with what I originally came in the kitchen for, "Do you know where Andres paperwork is, so I can get everything finalized at the school today?"
"Go wake up Michonne. She should have it ready for you."
I didn't have time to mourn my wife with them in my house. My wife died in the car accident 5 months ago, and her death brought an immediate invasion at first on my nerves, my senses and eventually my heart. They had become my family of sorts. All because of a check I wrote.
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A/N: I had to get this silliness out of my system so please forgive me for not working on Honey Bee. I promise I will get back to the Honey Bee. That Shame just has a way of working on Honey Bee and me I want to do it justice based on it's underlined Themes. Autism I need to be careful with, and I have to make sure my mind is right before proceeding with Honey Bee...Enough about Honey Bee...
This is a silly story that needed to be told. No infidelity but the theme would be the proper time to Mourn/Grieve and moving on.
Hopefully, that is the take a way from this tale.