It All Falls Down

Chapter 2 Happy Thanksgiving to Me

Thanksgiving 2011

"Jo Sue!" Where is she with her lazy ass? I yelled for my for my eldest daughter who graciously volunteered to help me prepare Thanksgiving dinner for my army of a family, but she keeps disappearing every five minutes for some reason or the other. Anna Lou Sayers, you too damn old to be hollering after a grown ass woman.

"Jo Sue, where the hell are you?"

"Ma, I am right here. Dang, what is the problem? Earl needed me to help him with his cellphone." Jo Sue replied frustrated, slowly walking into the kitchen.

"You are supposed to be helping me prepare this damn dinner, not in there with your dumb ass mildly retarded husband helping him with is Facetube or YouBook or whatever the hell it is. If you didn't want to help then you should not have volunteered. And you better watch your tone when you speak to me. You are not too old for me to turn you over my knee." I shouted with my hands on my hips.

"Hell, I don't know why you would buy Earl a phone like that to begin with. You know with him, less is more."

"Ok Ma I am sorry for being disrespectful to you, but please stop downing my husband. You know he has not been the same since the accident at the mill." Jo Sue whispered. "I am here now, you have my undivided attention."

"Good. Please go over there and help Consuela with that cornbread dressing. I swear as long as she has been with this family you would think she would know how to make it by now." Consuela is my housekeeper/cook. She is Hispanic and pretends that she does not know how to cook "ethnic" food. Have you seen those Puerto Ricans? If they don't have black in them, hell I don't know who does.

Watching my daughter helping Consuela, I can't help but think of how much she favors me when I was her age. She has the same shoulder length hair cut even all around with blond highlights that complement her dark cocoa skin. Hell to be 50 years old she did not look a day over 35. She is built like a "brick house" as we used to say back in my day. I cannot for the life of me understand why she married that fool, Fredrick Smith. If he had not of been injured by faulty equipment at his job and received that large settlement, they would never be able to afford the life they now live. I guess I should be glad she is with someone like him instead of that bastard she was with before him. The pig is lower that the cow shit on my shoe! Good riddance! Unfortunately those kids she has with him are a chip off the old block, but that's a story for another day.

As I complete the finishing touches on my meal, more of my family arrives. Being the mother of 15 children, you can imagine the commotion they make as they arrive with their families. Luckily, I have done well for myself. I owe it all to the good Lord up above and my business "Clearly Contagious Confections." I make some of the most delectable desserts in the South and because of this my business is now a multi-million dollar corporation. I am giving my favorite chef, Paula Deen, a run for her money. Not only am I one of the wealthiest African American women in the state of Alabama, but I am one of the shrewdest business women you will ever meet. I don't give any shit so you know I most definitely am not going to take it. Since my business is so successful, I had no problem affording my custom built 8 bedroom, 10 bath, and 3 story mansion. It even has a 20 seat movie theater. I really have no need for all those things, but that is what I get for letting my sons, Lesley and Wesley(identical twins), help with the planning and interior design of my home. They wanted to make it more extravagant then it is but I put my foot down before it got too out of hand. What are the odds of giving birth to twin sons and having both of them turn out gay? I just don't understand it. My boys are definitely two of the most handsome men in our county, if I do say so myself. They are 6'2" with naturally curly hair (we have Indian in our family) cut in what they call "a fade." Their bronze skin and grey eyes have always had the girls throwing themselves at them. I am at a loss. I pray that they change their ways before it is too late because Lord knows I did not raise them that way. I do love them to death though they know not to bring any of that mess around me. I'm a Christian and I don't play that mess. Thank God my husband is not here to see them. God rest his soul...... Well, speak of the devils.