Living Short in Bel Air (Completed 2013)

Chapteя 4: Dinner with the evil nun

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Chapteя №4: Dinner with the evil nun

"What's all this?" White Italian boxes were scattered across the counter, all opened and empty. "Mom?"

The woman turned around, and smiled, a white apron wrapped around her waist. "Yeah?"

My fingers touched my lips, trying to grasp if what I thought was true. "Ohmigod." Dirty pots and pans laid over every surface in the kitchen, onions lying around beside the messy cutting board. But that was only half of it.

My insane mother wore a pair of chunky black biker boots that made her about three inches taller. A jet black jacket was under her apron, the metal spikes looking terribly dangerous on the shoulder pads. Surprisingly fitting into dark leather jeans, her look seemed to scare me more than Rock Zeppelin.

Now what type of crazy ass vodka did Ruby hand her today?

Searching my face, she rudely snorted, and swung her wooden spoon. "Cook? Me? Cook? Please, Ly-a. I don't have that much energy. Just flipping the yellow pages to find the restaurant number was hard enough."

"'Bout to say," I sighed, wiping my forehead for effect, "What kind of drugs were you on?"

She mocked a fake laugh and rolled her eyes. Glancing over her shoulder, I stood back impressed to see perfectly levelled noodles served in five plates, parsley neatly planted in the shape of a flower. Onions rained on top, and folded napkins were shaped into tiny doves, the wings even spread apart. "Wow. You really prepared all of this?"

"Kidding me? I paid the delivery man 20 more bucks to set this up."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Typical."

She wiped her hands on the white towel and propped her hands on her hips. "Does it look too good? Be honest with me."

"Um. . . turn around." Obeying, I snatched her wooden spoon, dunked it in the tomato sauce and smothered it across her apron.

My mother gasped, and gazed up with a bright smile. "Why I didn't think of that?"

"Wait." I smudged the sauce across her cheek, crossing my arms in satisfaction. "Perfect."

She squirmed in excitement, and puffed her thick hair, it cupping her long chin as the front strands met into a bob. "I look---"

"Hideous," Ruby answered.

The women dressed with a black suit walked in and threw the mail on the counter. Wrinkling her nose, she checked my mother from head to toe, her eyebrows pointing to the ceiling. "What in Lord's name happened to you?"

Reaching into her apron pocket, my mom uncapped her red lipstick, and applied it on. Puckering her lips, she flashed Ruby her Miss Virgin smile. "Ly-a added a little pazzaz to make it look like I made this." She waved her hand over the dishes like the pretty woman on Wheel of Fortune.