French Heartbreakers

Stand up

Author's POV:
Its been a minute since Larry and Laurent visited their mother, Mama B. So they paid her visit in Orlando, Florida.

Larry's POV:
When I pulled up in front of Mami's house, I didn't see Laurent's car. Looks like I beat him here. I used my spare key to quietly get in the house. When I checked the kitchen, I saw mami cooking with her back turned towards me. While she was singing a gospel song, I went to the dining room and saw her purse on the table. As I slowly unzipped her purse, I heard mami still singing these words,

"I can feel the presence of the Lord. And I'm gonna get my blessings. Right now. I can feel the presence of the Lord.... And what are you doing in my purse, Larry?" Mama B singed as she turned around and caught me with my hand in her purse.

I jumped and turned around. But mami wasn't behind me. I walked into the kitchen and saw her with her arms folded.

"How did you see me?" I surprisingly asked.
"Mama knows, child." Mama B replied and hugged me.

I kissed her cheek and leaned against the wall.

"Mami, what you cooking?" I asked as my mouth watered from the aroma.
"Beef ravioli. Ms. Peterson; across the street has been having some money problems. So, I thought to make her a batch of it." Mama B replied.
"But how is that supposed to help her with her money problems?" I curiously asked.
"At least she will be able to eat for three days. Oh, by the way, where's Laurent?" Mama B asked.
"On his way. I don't get why his late. We left the house at the same time. We should have just came in my car." I replied.
"Well, I'm glad you're here." Mama B said with a smile.
"Will you be done by lunch time?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm almost done. Don't rush me." Mama B replied as she began to pack up the ravioli in plastic ware.
"Hey mami!" Laurent happily shouted as he entered the kitchen.

Laurent rocked mami  side to side as they hugged.

"How you doing?" Mama B asked.
"I'm doing good." Laurent replied.
"Lau, be a good boy and take this over to Ms. Peterson's house." Mama B asked as she handed the ravioli to Laurent.
"Mami, no! Ms. Peterson is a pervert. Every time she sees me, she sticks out her old lizard tongue at me." Laurent complained.

I giggled at the idea of an old woman wanting to have sex with him.

"Since when do I have to ask you twice?" Mama B yelled.
"But mami..." Laurent whined.
"But nothing! Now, get over there and hurry back so we can go to lunch." Mama B demanded.
"Okay." Laurent sadly replied and marched out of the house.
"Now back to you, why were you in my purse?" Mama B asked.
"I was just giving you money just in case you needed it." I replied.

Mami softened her face and said,

"Aw baby, I appreciate it but I don't need it. My social security takes care of me just fine."
"By the way, Teresa told me you fell down the stairs and hurt your knee." I mentioned.
"Oh my god. I wish your sister would learn to shut up sometimes." Mama B added.
"Mami, you promise to inform me of things like  that. If Teresa didn't tell me, I wouldn't of known at all." I said getting upset.
"First of all, I didn't fall down the stairs. I fell up the stairs. And the doctors said I'm fine. So hush." Mama B replied.

When Laurent came back, mami got in the car with Laurent and I followed them to a bar/restaurant called The Docs. Once we took our seats, a male waiter came to our table and took our orders. When the waiter went to the kitchen; without warning, mami asked,

"So, who's the flavor of the week?"

Laurent and I choked on our water.