More Guests Arrive
"MOM?" Amanda gasped. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" Margali Sefton snapped. "What are you doing here?"
"Well since you were too busy with your magic and stuff to make any time for me I went here for some peace and quiet!" Amanda snapped.
"And you know that's saying something if she has to come here for peace and quiet," Shipwreck remarked.
"Shipwreck!" Ororo snapped. "Come on let's go into the kitchen and clean up the mess Bazooka made!" Many of the others left as well.
"Uh yes I think I should go too," Kurt gulped.
"No way!" Amanda held onto his arm. "Anything she has to say to me, she can say in front of you! Not that she ever wanted to talk to me before…"
"I WAS BEING ATTACKED BY INTERDIMENSIONAL PLANTS THAT WANTED TO SUCK OUT MY LIFE ESSANCE!" Margali screamed back. "I DIDN'T EXACTLY HAVE TIME FOR A LONG CONVERSATION!"
"YOU HAD PLENTY OF TIME BEFORE! ALL MY LIFE TO TELL ME!" Amanda screamed. "I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT A HYPOCRITE YOU ARE! FIRST YOU TELL ME KURT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME BECAUSE HE'S A MUTANT BUT YOU DON'T MIND PRACTICING MAGIC BEHIND MY BACK? HOW CAN YOU EXPLAIN THAT?"
"Amanda…" Margali began.
"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!" Amanda stormed off into the next room, dragging Kurt along.
"DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME YOUNG LADY!" Margali stormed after her.
"Something tells me we might have an extra guest for dinner," Amara shook her head. She and Jamie were left behind in the foyer.
"Yeah a lot of people have been showing up this week," Jamie remarked. Then the doorbell rang again. "Who could that be?"
He answered the door and found himself face to face with an old woman wearing jeans, a red shirt, brown cowboy boots, a blue bandana around her neck and a red cowboy hat. Her long white hair was braided in the style of Native Americans. Even though she looked about ninety, her attitude was clearly that of a teenager. Her clear blue eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Howdy," The old woman grinned. "Is Freddy around here?"
"Freddy?" Jamie asked. "You mean The Blob?"
"Well of course I do young'n," She drawled in a Texas accent. "Drove a long way just to see him. That I did."
"He's not here now," Amara said. "Can we help you?"
"Why you sure can," She sauntered in. "Where are my manners? I'm Daisy Mae Dukes. I'm Freddy's grandma!"