It All Falls Down

Chapter 5 New, old friends?

Chapter 5 New, old friends?

We made it to the restaurant on time, no thanks to Skylar. She drove like a bet out of hell. I was so scared; swerving in and out of traffic like she was crazy. Where are the police when you need them? Hell, I almost dialed 911 a couple of times myself. Lord, I don't know what is wrong with that child. Plus I think she has already been sipping on something this morning. She had those big sunglasses on and did not think I noticed it but I can smell that devil juice from a mile away. I thought she had a handle on her drinking. Shoot after all that money she and I spent on rehab, she should never want to see another glass of devil juice in her life. I will have to talk with her later.

"Oh my, this restaurant looks like something from one of those movies scenes where the man takes the woman to an expensive restaurant just to get in her draws." I said out loud to no one in particular.

Mother, now please show a little tact and decorum while we are here. This is not Olive Garden. So please try to dial it down a bit." Skylar stated while adjusting her posture as we waited for the ma\u00eetre d' to seat us.

"Oh I am so sorry daughter. I totally lost myself. I will try to do as you have asked." I stated in the most snoody voice I could muster. "However, I must ask you to keep in mind of who is riding home with you after this meeting. So I would be mindful of my tone." I stated wickedly.

Skylar peeked over her glasses and stuck her nose further into the air. As she made small talk with the maitre d', I took the time to look around. This restaurant really is nice. Now when I decide to open up my restaurant it is going to look classy just like this. The entry way was furnished beautifully with lovely chestnut wood benches and ornate vases. The archway leading into the main dining area was lovely; it reminded me of one I saw in one of the decorating books the twins had shown me when they were remodeling my home. The floors were real Italian marble I believe it is the one called Cipollino Aquano. I remember it because I had never heard or seen blue marble before and Lesley kept insisting that I purchase it for my master bath. Do I look like I am made of money? Yes, I can afford it but why in the world would I spend that kind of money on the bathroom? I wouldn't, I will leave that to all them uppity white folks the work for.

"Come mother," Skylar stated while linking her arm through mine, snapping me out of my admiration of the restaurant.

Walking with Skylar, the maitre d' led us to an area off the main dining area. It was a tastefully decorated smaller room; I am guessing is used for private parties. Sitting at the only table in the room were two white women a black man.

"Lord have mercy, he is fine." I thought to myself out loud.

Skylar giggled, "Mother, he is probably half your age. .... He is gorgeous though. He reminds me of Denzel when he was in that movie, oh what is it called? The one where he played the brutish cop?" she asked while putting as hand under her chin as if she was thinking.

"I think the movie of which you are speaking of is called 'Training Day'." I answered.

"Yes mother that is the one. Well, I think I am going to see if I can get to know him a little better." Skylar smiled devilishly.

As we neared the table, the group stood to greet us.

"Well, hello Skylar." Stated one of the females, I assumed was Tracey Williams. Wow, she sure was a handsome woman. If it was not for her long blond hair and her blue eye I would have thought she was black. She was well tanned and muscular, but not overly so. She still looked like a woman even though you could clearly see how toned she was.

"Hello, Tracey." Skylar said shaking her hand. "This is my mother, the wonderfully talented, Mrs. Anna Lou Sayers." She said in her most bougy tone.