Day CCLVII

Chubbles

     “Oh man, I was really sick, and dint realize you had left.”

     “Have you and Sonia been hanging out since then?”

     “No, I ain’t seen haw since.”

     “This was your first time, uh?”

     She nodded, her head in a frown, as furrows appeared on her brow.

     “Watcha doing na?" She asked.

     “Looky hea, diz sheet has got to go away soonah or latah, I’m thinking of eida going home or tada pahk, take in some fresh air.”

     “If ya goes tada pahk, I go wit ya, but I not going to ya house, dude.”

     “Ok we dooda pahk, tawk, dwink a soda, jest hang for a while, okay?”

     “Okay,” She smiled, “meet me outside, round the korner, I gots ta tawk ta my aunt foist.”

    I closed my sample case, smiled at her aunt,

     “Gracias foda oda donya!”

     “Weekend, don’t forrrget, or I no do bidness wif joo nomorrre.” She smiled, as I went out the door.

    At the corner I lit up, and waited for Morgana. It wasn’t long before she showed up, we walked across the street to a small park, and sat on a bench. As we sat down, I heard a young lady say.

     “Hiya dude!”

     “Ina ya from som wa?”

     “Yea…well soita!”

     “Come again!”

     “Remember Puss an Boots, dude, uh!”

     “Oh yea, Ya Chubbles, uh…how ya dooning?”