God's Gift to Women
“I grabbed a bottle of water off the counter and rushed outside to pour it over the fire. “Mitch will never let me hear the end of this.” Just then I heard a car pulling into the driveway. When I heard Luther Vandross blaring from the speakers, I knew who it was.
“Daddy, Daddy, it’s Uncle Mitch!”
“Aw, hell, it’s Chef Boyardee himself,” I said, then I quickly put the lid over the grill.
On my way out of the backyard, I fanned the smoke with both hands.
“Hey, Princess,” Mitch said while lifting Sa...mantha into the air. “How’s my little Beethoven?”
“Bay who?”
“Never mind, just give your uncle a big hug!”
“Can I have a kiss, too, Uncle Mitch?” I joked as I walked up to the car.
“No, but you can help Betty with the bags while I go check on the meat. I can see you still can’t barbecue worth shit.”
“Samantha, forget you heard your uncle Mitch say that bad word,” I said.
“What bad word?” Samantha smiled as Mitch carried her into the backyard.
“Betty, how did you stay married to that brotha for twenty-five years?”MoreLess
“Daddy, Daddy, it’s Uncle Mitch!”
“Aw, hell, it’s Chef Boyardee himself,” I said, then I quickly put the lid over the grill.
On my way out of the backyard, I fanned the smoke with both hands.
“Hey, Princess,” Mitch said while lifting Sa...mantha into the air. “How’s my little Beethoven?”
“Bay who?”
“Never mind, just give your uncle a big hug!”
“Can I have a kiss, too, Uncle Mitch?” I joked as I walked up to the car.
“No, but you can help Betty with the bags while I go check on the meat. I can see you still can’t barbecue worth shit.”
“Samantha, forget you heard your uncle Mitch say that bad word,” I said.
“What bad word?” Samantha smiled as Mitch carried her into the backyard.
“Betty, how did you stay married to that brotha for twenty-five years?”MoreLess
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