As for the Holiday Contest last week, Lily Tomlin is correct. So how easy was that and you got a little blast from the past of her stage act. I love her!
Okay, now. I had Mr. Boy pull numbers, names and prizes. Here are the winners for the first holiday drawing here at Totsymae’s:
Prize No. 1: The name drawn for the original work of art is La Femme Roar.
Prize No. 2: The name drawn for the flat note cards is Annie Boreson of Annie Off Leash.
Prize No. 3: The name drawn for the portrait is Phil of Up 2 Random Thoughts.
Consolation Prize goes to Lorna of Lorna’s Voice for matching the picture/voice to Lily Tomlin and getting the exact number drawn. While her name was not drawn, it’s only fair to award her. Lorna will receive a set of note cards.
If you would, please forward me your address by visiting my contact page.
Congrats to you, winners and thanks to everyone who participated.
Devil Got a Hold on Her
Damn if nobody had good sense around there except Dolly. While everybody else stood around arguing about the will – whether Aunt Rosa changed it before she passed, if she was in her right mind in naming Slick as her sole beneficiary, or who the hell ever was gonna get the new stainless steel pots purchased off layaway two days before she expired, Dolly rummaged around until found her way to the bottom of the chest at the foot of the four-poster bed ‘til a thick manila envelope materialized with what felt like a wad of bills that smelled like old and good as spend- ing money for her pockets. Shit, she had no time to be fretting over matters that had to go through the legal system when all she needed from poor Aunt Rosa, rest her soul, was in the palm of her hands.
She took her crooked ass on out the back door, her patent leather purse bulked up and her nose smelling greens and smoked turkey wafting past from the crowded kitchen. She made herself comfortable on the back step, where Job, Aunt Rosa’s mutt, came sniffing at her, tongue hanging out, looking Dolly straight in her eyes and seemed like, right on through her skull where dollars signs were jumping about in her head.
“Damn, dog! Git away from here!” Dolly shooed ole Job along and damn near couldn’t wait to get inside the envelope.
“You coming in to eat, Aunt Dolly?”
That was somebody’s child she hadn’t seen before today, who’d taken to calling her Auntie, being that somebody said she was the fifth cousin of Junior who was from Opalaka and married into so and so’s…hell, she couldn’t remember now.
“Naw, boy. Git on back inside and feed yourself,” she said, looking over her shoulder. Dumb ass boy, probably gonna end up half no good on account of who’s side of the family he came from.
“You wanting a plate fixed and set aside then?” the boy asked her through the screen door and looking at Dolly’s head bent over her purse.
“Boy, who you belong to again?” She was scowling now and the dollars signs that were in her head seconds before looked more like teeth that wanted to bite the hell out of this boy who didn’t have shit else to do but worry her.
“I’m Glory’s boy.”
“Glory’s boy, go find Glory. I got business out here to mind. Go on!” She hugged her purse as though the boy was standing in front of her and trying to snatch it.
She didn’t hear any footsteps. When she looked toward the door, Glory’s boy was still hanging around the back of her, mouth hanging open and shit, like the dog she’d shooed off just before this child got a mind to hunt her down and bug the hell out of her.
“Go find your ma, boy. Mind grown folk and do like I say,” she whined, itching to get inside that envelope.
“Yes, mam.” The boy finally left Dolly alone.
She closed her eyes when her hand slipped inside, felt the singles that were held together like what she’d seen at the bank and stores. Felt like new money too. So many stacks in there, she’d have to go home to count her findings and make a list on what she wanted to spend it.
Dolly opened her eyes and humped over to finally get a peep, only to find colored papers neatly bound together. Her chest went up and down with fast breathing as she pulled out the first wad of cancelled checks, then a note written in Aunt Rosa’s handwriting talking about,
Always have been a thieving heifer. Even now, you take from me when I gave to you so freely. Make good on your lowdown life ‘fore you get cancelled like one of these here checks that ain’t useful no more.
Dolly was hot from head to toe and still slumped over like the lowdown heifer Rosa called her. Didn’t hardly deserve that lick on the face Job made his way back over to give her with all that meanness hanging in the air.