This is somebody I used to work with folks and she knows Tessa. She got a job on account of her mother-in-law looking out for her. Nepotism at its worse but it happens every day, don’t it? I won’t get too wordy right here ’cause I want to flesh her out in the interview for you. I’m going about it this way in order to keep it a little interesting and you don’t get bored or nothing. Anyhow, I want y’all to meet Stacie Hammonds.
Totsy: (Rolling my eyes while she pumps a handful of M&Ms into her arteries) I see you ain’t lost that sweet tooth. You sure it ain’t worms eating at you on the inside?
Stacie: (Starts chewing slower and looking off in space) So, you’re not going to be nice about this, are you?
Totsy: (Now feeling guilty and shit. For a minute, anyway) How’s it been going with you? I heard some pretty bad news when I came back to the U.S. Whatchu been into?
Stacie: (Got to looking like her tongue folded up on her and couldn’t roll out to speak right away. She sits up straighter.) I hit Gerald. He was throwing things across the room again and hit Nicholas on the head. (She turns all red and shit. Probably remembering all those times she was told about yelling and being rough with those kids who were classified as having severe special needs.) I told him to stop before and he threw the toy anyway. I know he understands when I tell him no but he does it anyway.
Totsy: Either you ain’t listening worth a damn when folk telling you how to work this here job or you got yourself some shit for brains. Now, which one is it?
Stacie: (She don’t say shit. Just twitch her ass around in the plastic seat and keep on turning red.)
Totsy: (I decide to let up and change the subject). So, how’s the baby and Paul doing?
Stacie: They’re doing fine.
Totsy: Is Paul still interested in the three of us having sex?
Stacie: (She goes to blushing and shit, as if I was interested, that she and her husband would even be my type or be able to afford me.) I think he’s given up on that.
Totsy: Did Paul ever get you another car or is he still leaving his wife broken down on the side of the road and riding all high and mighty in his little truck?
Stacie: (A wide ass grin spread all over her face) He got me a mini van.
Totsy: Why the hell you smiling? A mini van ain’t nothing to be grinning about. What the hell’s wrong with you?
Stacie: It works. (Rolling her neck and shit)
Totsy: Your ass is touched, that’s all.
Stacie: So, are we done here or do you want to keep being a smart mouth? (She pops out of the seat and from the way her pants rise up and gathers between her legs, I know she’s got a wedgey. She cocks her legs open for her pants to fall straight down and digs the wedgey out.) Are we?
Totsy: (I can’t drum up anymore questions with her standing over me that way. After all, I’d pissed her off enough to kick my ass.) No, we’re done. (I start feeling all guilty for being wicked and shit. Damn. I should’ve put more time in with one of them churches I’ve been passing for so many years. I just knew the Lord wasn’t none too happy with me, giving this woman a hard time.) Look Stacie, you take care of yourself and that baby.
Stacie: Yeah. (Her voice is quivering and I hope no tears pour out ’cause I wanna feel better about how bad I was, even though she was wrong for hitting those special kids. I mean, damn. They couldn’t talk or nothing. She was always yelling and couldn’t catch hold of her temper to save herself. Shit.)
Totsy: Why don’t we swing by Mickey D’s for lunch? You want to? I’ll treat. (I know she loves herself some MacDonald’s and I love those French Fries in all that bad ass grease.)
Stacie: That would be nice. Thank you, Totsy.
Totsy: (I just give her a little smile and we head out the door to my car.)
Disclaimer/Prologue: This interview is a figment of my imagination, folks. I have no life. None, whatsoever. Therefore, I make up shit. There are many true elements, in relation to the questions, which were answered in the way I thought Stacie would. Let’s just say, these are questions that would go through my mind to ask but my other self wouldn’t. I don’t think. Sadly, Stacie was released from her job on account of verbally and physically abusing children with special needs. Now, she told me she didn’t do that kinda shit at home with her son (he wasn’t a special needs child but around 2) but it never mixed right in my head how she would be so vastly different with other folk children. You see, the shit was swept under the rug when I was there, which gave her more opportunities to beat on those kids on account of her mother-in-law hookin’ her up with the little job. That’s about some shit, ain’t it, folks? Anyhow, I do feel bad for her ’cause she had some okay ways about her. She was messy as shit but she didn’t have nothing on Tessa.
One other note I want to mention. Carol, over there at Scribble Flowers, is participating in Create Art Every Day too. I believe she’s gonna do some character sketching. Go on over there and hang out to see what her folks are doing. I’ll be over there myself, so I hope to see you there. Sorry I got a little windy. I’ll do better next time.