Mom called me a moment ago. She is kind of manic today. I could hear it in her voice. She couldn’t get her words out fast enough and she sounded out of breath when she spoke at a furious pace. Helen is really sick with cellulitis in one of her legs. She can hardly walk. There will be no Helen Friday today. Bless her heart! She needs to rest!
“Do you want me to go get us a barbeque plate at Roger’s?” my mother asked, anxious for an answer. “Or we could get a catfish plate from Merl’s Diner?”
I told her I thought that Rodger’s would be an awesome idea. I haven’t eaten there in ages.
“Guess what your father had picked for Helen to cook today?” my mother asked snickering..
“He wanted her to cook more peas and carrots and baked ham,” I replied.
We both laughed, mom and I. My father is so predictable when it comes to what Helen will cook. It is his money and he can damn well get Helen to cook what he wants. .
“I will bring your lunch around three after my hair salon appointment,” my mother told me in closing.