7 Two places, two atmospheres (1/2)

Thursday, April 10, 2014

09h40pm

”It was probably very good, Mrs. Clifford, but I have to tell you, I hate pork. For my part, I find that it lacks finesse, it is fat and unrefined. Dad always says it's the poor man's dish par excellence and I admit I agree a little with his words. I apologize for my frankness, but I prefer to inform you so you wouldn't cook it for me the next time I eat at your place. With these good words, come here, you, I want a kiss.”

Mrs. Clifford doesn't believe it. This kid is really unashamed. She clearly asks him to cook according to her tastes and now allows herself to kiss her son in front of her? If that was all that this little girl from a good family had put her through, but when she was preparing the meal, she asked Jessica to help her and this plague answered her most naturally. ”No, thanks, I'll pass. I leave that kind of ignoble chores to the servants.”

Mrs. Clifford, who was peeling carrots at the time, so surprised by this shameless answer, insinuating that she was no better than a servant, cut off her finger. When Jessica ran up to her, Mrs. Clifford naively thought that she would help her heal her wound, but what a mistake. ”So you're a clumsy woman, Mrs. Clifford, or maybe you're bad at cooking? Anyway, I'll send a servant here to teach you how to run a house properly. That's right, my boyfriend, can't risk an accident because his mother is a bad housewife.”

At the table, breathing very quickly, Mrs. Clifford's black eyes now are opening up widely and she doesn't know what to do. The plague has just stolen her son's tongue and he seems to be on the verge of passing out.

Jessica didn't think she would do it so quickly, but Adam's haircut and his new clothes make him very attractive to her. Very happy, she straightens up and puts her tongue on her lips to not lose anything of their first kiss.

”It was very pleasant. Adam, I'll meet you at my house tomorrow morning at 7:30, don't be late. Good evening, Mrs. Clifford, no need to walk me, the house is really very small, there is no way I get lost. Bye bye.”

What a bitch who takes advantage of her assets to charm men. Mrs. Clifford puts her hand on her forehead when she notices that her son still has his tongue out of his mouth. Here is one who is more than under the spell of this siren than she suspected., she said to herself with a deep sigh.

”Adam, this kid is 15 years old and not 18 is not?”

No reactions, his Adam, all tongue outside, eyes riveted to the ceiling seems to have been transported to another world. This time it's too much for Mrs. Clifford who, after getting up, slaps her son's head in the face.

”Are you back among us, you idiot son?”

Our tongues touched and our saliva mixed. I have a part of Jessica in me. Adam came down but he still doesn't know why. He laughs silly alone in his corner, while behind him, his mother shuts her eyes, fearing that her son is even more in love with the bitch than she thought. ”Adam, I'm going to bed, please clear the table.”