Pizza Kills 12:

We awoke the next day and got dressed in our now separate bathrooms. Like I'd share with a man. He seemed to like the skirt and stilettos I was wearing. I had to stop him at a kiss, as there was work to be done. We went to the Buckets for breakfast. Everything was good until I read the morning paper. On the front page as big as day was a headline about us.

WACKO WONKA WEDS BLACK WOMAN!

It went on to say why would anyone sane marry him. That he was probably using her as a cover for him being in a pedophiliac relationship with his heir Charlie Bucket. I almost didn't hear him ask was I done with the paper. He took it before I could answer. I never knew his face could be that color.

"Oh look…they know we're married!" he said.

"Didn't you want people to know?" I asked.

"Yeeees!" he scowled. "But this is just plain rude!"

"Don't let it get to you," said Mrs. Bucket.

He smiled and stood putting his hat on and grabbing his cane.

"You're right…they're nothing to me," he said.

We left arm in arm. We then separated and went to work. There were piles of inventory and other things on my desk. I worked through lunch just trying to get most of it done. By dinner I was done. I'm fast. I went over and helped Willy so he could go to his inventing room.

Little did we know it would be just the beginning. I always heard a saying…bad things come in three. As you can tell the first was the newspaper. Willy came in with the oompa loompas bringing dinner. We ate in silence and then he looked at me.

"Do you want a divorce?" he asked.

"Why would you think that?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Look at me. I dress funny, I don't like going out, and people can hardly understand me. Look at me!"

I tipped his head up with my finger.

"I am looking at you…and you're amazing," I said. "You dress funny to other people because you don't wear some designer label that most people can't afford anyway. Half of what they make no normal person would wear anyway. It's scary out there. Most people if they could wouldn't step out their doors. You went to America Willy. That says a lot. Last but not least…the people who love you understand you…to hell with the rest."

He smiled, "I'm glad I married you."

"I'm glad I married you too," I said. "We better get to bed."

"To sleep!"

"Yes willy…to sleep."

"Damn!"

"I have so rubbed off on you in a bad way."

Silence.

"Put your clothes back on Willy… at least until we get to the room…then you can get naked."

Everything was going well until we got an invitation to a ball. The queen was giving it and she had invited Willy personally. He had told me she had wanted to knight him but he said he wasn't taking his hat off for anyone. I just laughed and said he was right about that.

"Mom," said Charlie. "Guess what!"

"What Charlie?" said Mrs. Bucket.

"Willy and I are going to meet the queen!" he said bouncing all over the place.

I sat at the table poking at my food. I was happy for them. After all he got the offer before I was even there. She couldn't have known I was his partner now. That had to be it…maybe. Willy came in.

"We're not going!" he said as if that would end all talk about it and began eating his lunch.

"Willy! Why would you deprive Charlie of meeting the queen?" asked Mrs. Bucket.

"Because!" he said.

"Because what?" asked Mrs. Bucket.

"Because, because, because, because, becaaaaaause…I said so." He said.

I looked at him and could tell he was hiding something. Charlie left upset to do his homework. It was silent until I spoke.

"They don't want me there…do they?" I asked.

"It's just…" he started.

"If I was white I'd be fine…right?" I said.

He shrugged, "I don't know."

"You should go," I said. "It would be something good for Charlie."

"Are you sure?" he asked looking me in the eye.

"If it was me you'd tell me to go…so go," I said and kissed him lightly.

"You're to good to me," he said smiling.

"I know!" I said.

We spent time working and picking out outfits they'd wear to see the queen. Willy actually wore a tux. W pin still in place of course. He looked good enough to eat. To bad he had to go out. He almost changed his mind but as he was with Charlie he relaxed a little.

"Can't you go?" he asked putting on his winter coat.

"You know its invites only," I said.

"That sucks!"

"You look handsome," I said giving him a hug.

"Stop!"

I let him go, "What's wrong?"

"You're wrinkling me!" he said.

We both laughed. Soon the car was there to take them to the palace. He gave me one last kiss and was off. I went to my room and that's when I saw it. Candy and her friends must've stayed up all night to make it. They made me wash up and then I put it on. There was no point in not at least trying it on. They put my hair up in a braided bun and put on my make-up.

I stood and looked in the mirror but something was missing. Candy handed me a blue case. Inside was a matching necklace, bracelet, and earrings. There was even a matching bag. I looked in the mirror again. Candy and her friends ushered me down so the Buckets could see along with the other oompa loompas. They loved it and I just wanted to twirl in it.

Wendell came running up. He stopped to catch his breath. I told him to take his time before he wound up passing out and then his wife would have my head. He calmed and then was waving a phone in my face. I took it and was greeted by a snobby voice. I looked to Wendell and asked was it a crank call. He said it wasn't. The caller said there had been a mistake and that the invitation was meant for Mr. And Mrs. Wonka. He said he would fax me an invitation and he had sent a car for me.

Before I could protest I was in a mink coat and I was soon waiting outside. I knew they were watching me on the security cameras so I was safe. I got into a car and was whisked away. It wasn't to long a ride. When I got to the gate I was still sure it was all a joke. My invitation had been faxed to me and there was no way it was real…it was real. My driver was waved in.

I was helped out of the car and ushered inside after photos were taken. A man in a red coat took my mink. He smiled and motioned me towards another man who held the door open. Before I could even tell him who I was he shouted out.

"Announcing Mrs. Wonka!"

I wanted to kill him as I walked in the room looking around. The ballroom was huge. People were looking at me and whispering. I didn't know if that was good or bad. Just then a rose appeared in front of me. I turned to tell the guy off and was met with Willy. I smiled at him.

"I'm glad you came," he said.

"Are you?" I asked.

"Yes! These people are stuffy!" He said.

Charlie was dancing with a young girl.

"Charlie is having a good time I see," I said.

He bowed and then held out his hand.

"Would you do me the honor of this dance?" he asked.

I took his hand, "I'd love to."

We swept out onto the dance floor as a waltz began. It was even better than when I practiced with the oompa loompas.

"They got you too didn't they?" he laughed.

"Well, they just wanted me to be able to keep up with you," I smiled. "Can't have a Mrs. Wonka who steps on her husbands toes."

"No, that wouldn't do!" he said and kissed me.

He always made me smile.

"I love the dress!" he said. "I knew it would come out great!"

"You are so sneaky!" I said and then he dipped me.

When we got a little tired we stepped off the floor. There were soon glasses of champagne and sparkling cider for the kids passed out. Charlie and his new friend stood by us. We all toasted the queen and her reign. I gave Willy a sip of my champagne but he was happier with his sparkling cider.

Willy and I were standing chatting about how he had been in line to be introduced to the queen. Then it hit me…I hadn't filed to stay in the country. I didn't even have a visa to work there. Willy said that Mr. Calais had that all worked out and all the papers were in order. He asked me had I even bothered to look at my passport. I hadn't. He said I had two now. They would have to be changed to my married name now. That cleared things up as the queen came over and I was introduced. Unless you're a subject you don't bow or curtsy. You just shake her hand. I was confused so I just curtsied. I swear I felt like a ballerina doing it.

She and I talked and I even talked to Philip. I'm telling you that old man is a perv. But then again who could blame him…I was hot. She liked my jewelry and I liked her crown. I danced with Philip and Willy danced with the queen. I was glad he didn't grope her. I was soon dancing with Prince William. If I was only six years younger and wasn't already married to a William. He groped me. I let it go.

The night ended and we both received invites from the queen to tea and other events. We said we'd check back with her. Charlie wanted me to get him a blackberry so he could keep up with his new friend. I said we'd get it on the weekend.

William, the prince, put his numbers in both my phones with instructions to call him if I ever got lonely. I kept them…just in case they ever played polo and needed another man. Willy just smiled but if he wasn't a prince I'm sure Willy would've whacked him with his cane. I reminded him of whom I was going home with. He didn't get it until I whispered in his ear. At that he was ready to go home.

I left our private numbers with the queen's private assistant. We went home and I guess the site of me in that dress looking like the next queen was a turn on to him. He got this look in his eyes. When we were alone he walked over to me like a cat on the prowl tossing his hat to the side.

"I don't mind other men wanting you," he said.

"You don't?" I asked.

"No…who wouldn't want you. You're smart and beautiful…and you can work some stilettos." He smiled.

"I'm glad you noticed," I said eyeing him. "I must say that tux is wearing you."

"Well, I'd rather be wearing you." He said.

That other William was soon forgotten. Can I say HOT DAMN! Women that turned him down till this day must be slapping themselves. Sucks to be you doesn't it. It was a magical night. In between work and play we had a lot of those. Soon I was sick. I went to a doctor one day and when I got back I was floored.

"What's wrong?" asked Willy as I walked into the Bucket house.

I whispered in his ear.

"I'M GOING TO BE A DADDY!"

"Yes, a little louder, I don't think they heard you in Antarctica!" I Said sitting.

He looked at me, "You…you don't' want it?"

"I just figured with Charlie we didn't need children," I said.

"Of course no one needs children…I want them," he said.

He looked at the scared faces of the Buckets.

"Any child we have that wants to work in the factory will work with Charlie. I'm not an Indian giver." He said.

The months of my pregnancy were long. We had drew up papers so Charlie wouldn't lose out but we left him an out just in case he changed his mind about taking up the business. Within the blink of an eye we had a daughter…two. Raven colored hair and his eyes. One was named Diana and the other Elizabeth. They fit their names. Mrs. Bucket was our new nanny and watched them while we worked.

Willy just loved being around them. I was just happy I wasn't fat anymore. As soon as I could I got back to losing the weight. Willy was getting out more if just to take the kids to the park. Who knew it only took kids to loosen him up. They loved their daddy. He spoiled them rotten…okay so did I but they're girls. Girls are supposed to be spoiled.

It was a nice day out when I got a call…the other William. He invited me to play in a polo match. I told him I wasn't that great. I even told him once I accidentally hit my horse and it threw me off. He though it was funny but wouldn't take no for an answer. Willy walked in just then and I told him about it. He told me to go and to bring back a trophy.

I kissed the girls goodbye. They ignored me, as they were engrossed in putting the blocks in the right pegs. They were so much like Willy. God help us all. I grabbed my bag and put it in my red jaguar. I liked the car. I got to the place where they were having the polo match and pulled in and parked.

William who got me a jersey met me. It was a nice match. I even scored once. I managed to keep the other team from scoring so we won. William gave me my award…and he kissed me. I backed away as if he had hit me. I had a feeling this was why he asked me there. I had thought better of him as a future king, apparently I was wrong.

He apologized but the damage was done. I hadn't kissed another man since Willy…I felt dirty. I took my time getting home. I got home and walked over and kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just leaned on him. He just thought I was missing him.

I was working in my office when the other shoe fell. Strike two. He was red in the face. Worse than when he found the airplane tickets. His eyes were red and his face was wet with tears. He began shouting and he wouldn't stop.

"WHY?"

"Willy…calm down. What…what's wrong?" I said smiling hoping to calm him down.

He shoved the paper at me as everyone ran in. I think I stopped breathing at that moment.

" YOU WHORE! I TRUSTED YOU!"

"Willy…calm down." Said Mrs. Bucket. "I'm sure it's not what you think."

He snatched the paper from me and showed it to her. I'd never seen him so mad. He glared at me and walked out. I threw myself at his feet breathing rapidly.

"It…it's not true!"

"So I'm imagining you kissing that git!"

"I…I didn't kiss him…he kissed me!"

I kept my grip on him but he wouldn't look at me.

"I couldn't tell you…I felt dirty!"

"You should!"

"This is why I didn't tell you…it happened…but I love you! I love you Willy! I'm your wife damnit!"

He looked down at me with a look that could melt a glacier.

"Get out of my house you…slut…we'll work out visitation and work schedules…I'm sick of looking at you!"

He stalked off leaving me kneeling there in shock. I was never so glad Charlie wasn't there. He needn't have heard that. I didn't want to be away from my children but if I didn't go things would get ugly. I looked up to see Mrs. Bucket's lips moving but nothing was getting through.

"He'll come around," she said.

I shook my head no, "No." I said more to myself. "Never."

I took a bag that Candy had packed for me. I shook myself and walked out. I wound up in a hotel room in London. Every paper the concierge sent up had us on the front page. They said we were through and that prince William was the cause. He wasn't…I hadn't told him the truth…I was the cause. I saw it coming. Bad things come in threes…and this was just number two. I prayed that night…that our marriage being over wouldn't be number three. I sat there watching the sun go down…along with my life.