Saturday, May 21, 2011

Day CCLVI

Sweet Margie

     “Hi Margie!” I said as I extended my hand, “Nice ta meetcha!”

     “She my niece,” The old lady said.”

     “I no joo from som wa?” Morgana smiled.

     “It’s a small world.” I said.

    She saw my samples, picked up a pair of ruby earrings, looking as if she was interested, but it was really a pretext to talk to me.

     “Oh I like deeze!” She smiled.

     “Mee ha, I can get those from my nay bor, he’s too expensive.”

     “Oh, I just wanna look, tia.”

     At that moment the place started to get busy, so the old lady took the order from me, and asked:

     “When I get deeze bangles?”

     “Five days okay?””

     “Make it for the weekend, please.”

     “Ya got it!” I said.

     “She smiled,” and left us alone.
  
     “Where ever did you come up with Morgana?” I smiled.

     “Hey man, ya neva hoid of a stage name?”

     “It’s cool!”

     “I’m glad ya hea, did you drink some of that focking punch too?”

     “Sweety everybody drank dat punch, and everybody who took dat sheet is still tripping.”

     “Me too, man, I still don’t feel good.” She responded.

     “How have ya been feeling.”

     “I can’t sleep since then.”

     “You know you shouldn’t be alone ata time like diz.”

     “I’ve been alone since, dude, an it’s been ugly, man…sometimes I think about Iggy, an alla det shit, man?”

     “What shit?” I asked as I raised my eyebrows and looked right into her lovely brown eyes.

     “Oh!”

     She smiled, she felt we didn’t know anything about what had happened to her. Her bright brown eyes sparkled with glee, and I gave her a blank stare in response, playing it dumb to the hilt.

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