Saved By A Saint
“Oh Lord, Lord help
me!”
She screamed, as she tore my shirt, and scratched my chest with her nails. She hauled me back in as we both fell in a heap on the floor, with her on top of me. Marie came running in, and helped Monsie up, asking:
“Wat happened?”
“Man, I just got im, he was falling out da freaking window.”
“Dude is ya freaking high?”
I opened my eyes, and slowly explained to them what had happened to me, and how I hadn’t slept in three days.
“Yea dude ya needs ta watch dat punch, man. Too many ijits out da, an they think it be some funny shit.” Marie was lecturing me.
“Yea, dude, be coiful, man.” Monsie added.
“Girl git im some lasagna.” Marie advised.
They helped me up, and together with one on either side of me, we walked into the kitchen, sat down to the lasagna, and shared the wine.
“Kudos ta ya cook,
yo!” I smiled as I raised my glass.
“It was a tageda
effoit dude, so we be da chef, man.”
“A ite then, kudos
tada bof a ya, mebbe ya shud open up a place…Due Bella di Pasta, uh?”
“Tee he hee heee,”
they sang in response, smiled, and looked at one another.
“Ladies I be lee ya
meal has done da trick, I feel better so, I’m going home… grazie mille!”
“Ya wants us ta walk
ya home, dude. Ya still looks a liddle unsteady, man.”
“Na na na I can make
it, it’s ony a coupla blocks...grazie y’all!” I started down the
stairs, and left them with a worried look on their mugs.
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