Capable Of Murder...But Not Love

CHAPTER 7

All eyes were now on the large brute who stood in the catastrophic kitchen, gripping the granite countertop so hard that it looked like his veins would pop out at any second.

"You son of a-." Uncle Milo begins to say before stopping mid-sentence, reaching into his back pocket-pulling out a wallet.

Taking out twenty dollars, he briskly walks over to the adjoined living room-and towards a glass jar sitting atop a dark brown coffee table which read 'Swear Jar'.

Hastily shoving the bill into the jar, he then proceeds to stomp over to Robert like a five year old who was just told it was time for bed.

"Cover your ears Pickle." He exclaims, not bothering to break eye contact with Robert. From the corner of my eye, I could see the little girl roll her eyes, before placing her small hands over her ears.

Slowly taking a step back, I casually lean against a wall that was not covered in food, effectively fading into the background-watching the show unfold in front of me...silently wishing that I had some popcorn.

"You son of a dirty bitch! How dare you try to throw me under the damn bus just to save your own ass you fucking prick! All of this-," he says pointing around the chaotic kitchen,"- is your fault...NOT MINE! I fucking told you that this was a bad idea from the start!" He screams in fury.

"I-..." Robert tries to intervene, but is cut off by the 6"1 rage filled man.

"I told you-over and over again-to call Stephanie! I said call Stephanie she'll know what to do, but did you listen...noooo! We just had to do it your way! You-."

"Oh yeah-well...I'm not the one who-who ruined the kitchen. " Robert stated.

"Wha-YES YOU DID!," Uncle Milo screeched, "You turned the stove on high heat-without telling me! You're the one who got impatient when the food wasn't cooking fast enough and started pulling shit out from the fridge to make sandwic-."

"You're the one who let the cake burn and almost burned down th-" Robert remarks.

"The only reason the cake burned was because you asked me to help you try and put the first cake- that you dropped-back together while I was f-.

"ENOUGH," My mother yells, causing both men to freeze in place.

She then moves her head from side to side watching as both men squirm uncomfortably under her icy gaze. She abruptly stops...locking eyes with her newly found target. Pointing her finger at a nervous looking Uncle Milo, she iterates through clenched teeth, "You...Explain.Now."

Stephanie I-" Robert tries to speak up, but is silenced by one the coldest glares mother had to offer. Inevitably making him put his hands back up in surrender.

She then turns her icy stare that could potentially make ice shiver to a now-fearful looking Uncle Milo, muttering through clenched teeth, "Milo...explain...now."

"Okay uh-uh so um- after you left everything was going fine...uh-we were getting the decorations all set up, blowing up balloons, hanging streamers that kind of stuff. Then Robert got a phone call from Thomas about how he got food poisoning from that new Italian restaurant in the next county over, Mamma Ria's and how he has been hugging the toilet bowl all night and couldn't make the food even if he wanted to and that he felt sorry and would give you back your down payment." He says all in one breath.

"Mil-." Mother tries to speak up.

"So then this genius and I use that term very loosely-,"

"HEY!" Robert remarks.

"...thought it would be a great idea to cook the food ourselves-which as you can see...was a disaster. Then he went to go pick up the cake, and the idiot didn't even bother to check to see if it was right he just took it and left. It wasn't until he got back here that he saw that they got the spelling on the cake wrong but instead of him returning the cake, this genius-again used very loosely thought he could fix it himself...with a butterknife. And instead of leaving the cake in the box and bringing the knife to the cake he thought it would be better idea if he brought the cake to the knife-and took it out if its box and I'd say within 4-5 seconds he tripped over one of Pickle's cars and dropped the cake and-" He declares all in one breath.