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EXCERPT: Just one of my favorite parts~
“Yes,
honey, this is a woman thing. You go enjoy yourself and don’t worry. She’ll be
fine,” Bonny jabbered and moved up by Anthony, moving her hands up and down,
not knowing what to do with herself.
“If you
do not calm yourself, you will pass out just like she did,” Adella smiled,
patting her on the back. “Come, you’ll be alright.”
“I
haven’t had a baby, well, since I had a baby,” Bonny giggled, causing Adella to
look back at Henry, who made the motion indicating that she had a little to
drink.
“I think
we have several months to worry about having a baby…don’t we?” Anthony asked,
pausing on the staircase.
“Of
course, don’t be foolish. Move yourself, boy,” Adella replied, swatting him on
the butt.
“That is
so funny,” Bonny snickered, tilting backwards.
“Oh, no
you don’t,” Adella said, grabbing her around the waist and pushing her up
against the banister.
“Did I
just hiccup?” Bonny asked, laughing out loud. “That blue stuff was really
good.”
“For the
sake of Mother Earth, she drank your grandfather’s tonic.”
“She did
what?” Anthony replied, so shocked he almost tripped and dropped Sky.
“Oh, this
is not going to be good.”
Anthony
lightly kicked Adella’s bedroom door open, and laid Sky—who was already asking
what was going on, on the bed. He told her she had fainted, while Adella sat
Bonny on the chair by the fireplace. Afterwards she grabbed a cold wash cloth
out of the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.
Sky sat
up on the edge of the bed, turning three shades whiter, and then announced that
she was going to be sick. Adella slid to a stop right at the foot of the bed,
throwing the rag at Anthony and rushing back into the bathroom, grabbing the
waste basket. She spun around and slung it in Anthony’s direction, with him
catching it putting it under Sky’s head just in time to catch the contents of
her stomach.
“I’m
going to be ill,” Bonny burped, scooting to the edge of the chair, reaching for
her mouth.
“What has
cursed me this day?” Adella rolled her eyes and threw her head back.
She
grabbed Bonny under the arm, dragged her to the toilet, where she held her head
up so she could relieve herself of the blue tonic. The same tonic that
Anthony’s grandfather had made for years and been drunker than a skunk off of
every time he opened the jug.
Sky laid
back and started crying for no apparent reason, while Bonny on the other hand
was hugging the toilet singing a song that couldn’t be understood by anyone.
Adella
left Bonny to entertain herself and went around to the other side of the bed,
and lay down next to Sky. “I do not remember reading anything about this in the
book of prophecies,” she said turning her head, looking into Sky’s tear filled
eyes.
“I don’t
feel so good,” Sky sniffled.
“It will
pass, child. We all go through it. As for your mother in the other room, she
will feel the effects of her day for hours to come.” Then she and Anthony both
started laughing.
“I don’t
get it,” Sky said, rolling over wiping her nose on her sleeve.
“Bonny
drank a mixture that grandfather makes, claiming it helps his bones. It is so
powerful, that no man can drink a full glass without becoming so drunk that he
cannot stand straight,” Adella explained, smiling and closing her eyes.
“You
should see her daughter drunk.”
“I
believe I will pass. That reminds me. She and Parker should be returning
anytime. Carter took them with a few of the enforcers to your father’s home to
retrieve her, what she called, suitable
clothing,” Adella said, putting her arm over her forehead.
“Tell me
again…why didn’t we get rid of her?”
“Ladies,”
Anthony snickered, moving the trash can back and sitting on the edge of the
bed.
“She’s
such a bitch,” Sky whispered, sitting up on her elbow. “Think that’s gonna
change, because she’s a new pig?”
“Her
mother will hear you,” he said putting his finger to his lips, smiling the
whole time.
“She will
not remember,” Adella interjected, as she sat up. “I better get Kayla to help
me put this one in the tub, then directly in the bed.”
“Adella?”
Sky reached up taking her hand.
“Yes,
child?”
“Will
there really be others trying to kill our baby?”
“In his
future,” she paused. “I fear so.” She squeezed her hand, then left to find,
Kayla.
©Copyright
Robin Renee Ray July 2013
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