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Thirteen Years Of Gray, Chapter 2This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Roby Thomas | |
| Tuesday, 17 June 2008 | |
It became 11:20am while the AM kindergarten kids were ready to float out of school. First, that bell had to ring. Jackie waited out there with her 1987 blue Ford Escort that had a slight break problem. She stood right by it with her blue maid outfit on. She looked towards all the other mothers. The lady next to her stood by her GMC Jimmy. The young black-haired lady had a harsh frown to Jackie. Jackie knew it best, it was one of these trophy wives with elegant vehicles, married to prince charming. Took away his credit card and his two testicles. Now, the frowning black haired lady with her prised GMC Jimmy had saw an eyesore of Jackie Gray in her maid outfit, a peasant. It made Jackie think of her ex-husband, or her son's dad. The two of them had married just before the birth of Donald, only through common-law and without the big ceremony. When Don was four, the two had divorced due to differences. After it had come to pass, he had moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico and was skipping child support payments. The Friend Of The Court version based in Los Angeles, was always investigating her husband for missed payments, always. But always, it was still a dead end, plus the many backups, with many versions of Jackie Gray, the single-mom blues. The bell had rung that signals the AM kinder gardeners could leave the school which was located just slightly off of the Van Nuys area. Donald gray had ran out of the school, he was second in-line to leave, he ran fast to his mother with a piece of manila paper which appeared to be an art project of sorts. Jackie Gray stood on bended knee with open arms for her son. Donald had rushed into her arms, they both hugged for a little while, Jackie let go and opened the driver's side door for Donald to crawl into the back. "Sir Donald Gray." She mocked, making a joke about her job as a maid. "Mom, call me Don. I don't like Donald." Don had told his mom while he hopped into the back of her car.
Jackie did right by entering on the west gate to the Hasserman Mansion, so she can avoid Mary Hasserman with her tit in a wringer. As she parked her car on the right side of the mansion, instead of in front. If Jackie's piece of **** car was parked in front, Mary would also be unhappy with that as well. So, off to the side she parked. Both Jackie and her son Don did the walk to the front steps of the Hasserman Mansion. On those steps were Mary and three other women that were going to attend the Coffee Clutch being held in her home, or mansion. As Jackie looked towards her son to hold his hand while he had more careful help walking up the stairs. Jackie then looked up at the four. Mary and two of the women were talking among themselves, the one that wasn't had a cold blank stare at Jackie. The lady appeared to be in her sixties, possibly late fifties at the least. The lady had overindulged in the make-up department for her face had a big red puff on it. Jackie regarded the shit-staring lady, yet, she had to be pleasant and directed towards Mary. "Don, that is Mrs. Hasserman. Now say hello to Mrs. Hasserman." Jackie pointed out. Mary paused with a smile, at least while the two talkative ones had turned around to see Donald Gray. "Why, hello..." Mrs. Hasserman bent down, she however forgot Don's name. The two other ladies who appeared to be in there thirties, one with short black hair, wearing sunglasses, an elegant black sweater with blue jeans and a jean jacket. The other had black long hair with curves, a black suit coat on with a white elegant shirt along with black dress paints. Mary looked at Jackie, lip-syncing to her, 'what's his name?' Jackie with a silent, 'Don,' but Mary didn't understand. Next, Jackie again, instead spelling it out, 'D-O-N.' Mary's smile acknowledged that she got it. "His name is John, that's Ms. Gray's son." Mary had told the two. "Umm, Mary..." Jackie tried to correct. The lady with shorter hair and sunglasses seemed to be more interested with her hello beating the other lady. "John, my name is Mrs. Palavich." She introduced. "Why, you have such cute cheeks, mind if I squeeze them?" She asked. Donald did not want the pain at all from this, but Mrs. Palavich didn't wait for an answer and her left hand grabbed Don's right cheek. "Umm... I'm sorry, but his name is Don, not John, sorry for the confusion." Jackie corrected and partially blamed herself for the misunderstanding. Mary Hasserman is always right in her little base, so Jackie had to take the heat. "Mrs. Palavich, my son got hit in the face with a baseball just a month ago, you doing that is..." "But he is so cute." Mrs. Palavich interrupted Jackie, she squeezed harder on Donald's cheek, he began to make an irritating sound. He was not enjoying the pain of Mrs. Palavich's admiring of Donald's cuteness. "Mrs. Palavich, my son..." Jackie would be interrupted, instead by the other lady. "Myra, please, let go of him, he's about to cry." She told Mrs. Palavich. "But..." "MYRA!" She urged, she quickly turned to Jackie to show the embarrassed smile. Myra Palavich slowly let go of Donald's left cheek, the irritating sound went away due to the relief of the pain, he then went to his mom with open arms and for protection from the evil Myra Palavich. "Myra, Tina, Mary, let's all get this coffee clutch started. It's damn cold out here!" Said the older woman with a grumpy stare from hell. Jackie then turned her head to the old grump two-bagger hiding behind the makeup, she didn't want the D-word coming out of her mouth with Donald around. Jackie began to add along with the staring contest and did the same with a grumpy stare, regardless of the idea that she is now in Mary Hasserman's world, that just won't cut it. "Uhh... yes. Betsy is right." Mary trying to end the pause and take everyones mind of what just happened. She then continued, "it is cold out, why don't we all step inside?" "Yes, Let's." Betsy said in an insolent tone of voice.
Jackie and Lori, inside Lori's live in room had stayed inside, then opposed of making sure at least one was on standby for the eight women at the coffee clutch. Which, really was a stable of women talking over each other about personal issues, the news, etc, etc, etc. Donald sat on a nice soft armchair while Lori handed him a can of Dr. Pepper. Lori looked rather close to Donald, closer to his left cheek to see a slight shade of red. "Oh, Jesus, that Myra lady gave him a tattoo." Lori said to Jackie as she was grabbing a small bag of Doritos chips. "A tattoo?" Donald said in confusion. "His cheek is red?" Jackie confirming Lori's version of getting a red burn. "Yes, that Myra woman pinched him too hard." Jackie had found Donald's personal favorite flavor of Doritos, Nacho Cheese. "Jesus Christ!" Jackie said out loud, looking towards the door, seeing that it was closed. "What the hell is wrong with these rich people? They get anything they want in the country." Jackie giving her redefined two cents about the power of being wealthy in the United States. She was now in front of Donald and handed him the little bag of Doritos. She then noticed for herself the redness on Donald's left cheek. "Oh my god." She said, while Donald opened the bag of chips. A quick couple of knocks on the door came to pass. Lori darted her attention to the door and walk towards it. "Need an ice pack, sweetheart?" Jackie asked humbly. "No, I'm okay. Don't call me sweetheart." Donald told his mother. Lori opened the door to see that Tina Palavich appeared. "Why don't you want me to call you sweetheart?" Jackie asked, while Lori at first denied access to her personal room. "Because I don't want you to. People laugh at me because of that." Donald said. While Tina Palavich whispered in Lori's ear, handing her a fifty-dollar bill. "But, sweetheart, I..." Jackie was going to continue until she saw Donald appear angry. Then Tina Palavich had interrupted her concentration. "Excuse me." Tina said with a smile. She then directed Jackie to the corner with the door to her bathroom with her arm around Jackie. "Listen," Tina said with a sincere voice, "I'm deeply sorry for this, for what my sister Myra did to your child. Is he hurt badly?" "Oh no." Jackie said. She then looked over to Donald. "Don's a tough little one, he can handle that. Isn't that right swe... I mean Don?" "I'm strong!" Don assured with a little push to the voice. Both Tina and Jackie had smiles on there faces. Then they turned back to talk among themselves. Tina then grabbed a one hundred dollar bill from her pocket and a business card , she then wrapped the one hundred dollar bill around it and handed it to Jackie. "Wait, I can't accept this." Jackie said quietly. "Shh... I'm making Myra pay this. It's a personal bet that she would never do it again." Tina told Jackie. "Well, I can't accept..." Jackie was interrupted. "Working for Joel and Mary can be a real pain in the ass. Even Lori knows that." Tina said while putting, just the one hundred dollars in Jackie's hand. Jackie instead, looked over to Lori who was stepping out of the room, likely getting to the coffee demands of the Coffee Clutches. Then Jackie turned to notice that one-hundred dollar bill right in her right side pocket. "Good. If some after-effects should come up, call me, I have my temporary number here in Los Angeles written in the back." Tina told Jackie, handing her the business card. It said Tina Ehret-Palavich. Assistant Director of the Munich Museum of Arts. Located in Munich, Germany. Along with phone numbers too. "You live in Germany?" Jackie asked the oblivious question. "Yes, it's a very nice country. I love my job. Gives me an excuse not to be in the United States for fifty out of the fifty-two weeks. It's my sweet getaway." Tina had finished. The love of Tina's job had made Jackie open up some personal jealousy that she would not display. She liked the idea that Tina loved her job, but Tina was right about working for Mary and Joel Hasserman. Jackie wanted to tear up on that, but kept herself from doing so. "Wow, you got quite the job there. I'm glad you enjoy your job. Mine at times can be quite painful." Jackie said, followed by laughter from the both of them. While this, the door opened to see that Betsy, the two-bagger grump behind two hundred dollars of makeup, was peeking inside the room. "Sarah, Mary does not want you in the Maid's personal room, get out." Betsy Demanded, with the grumpy face. "I'll be out of here in two minutes." Tina told her mother. "Sarah, you have no business in here. You're coffee is getting cold." Betsy with wide eyes. "Mom, Myra got went off the wall again, I wanted to apologize on her behalf to Miss Gray and her son, Donald." She said to her mother. She then turned to Donald. "Don, I'm apologize on the behalf of my sister, for what she had done." Tina said humbly, with a face of honesty. "It's okay, Miss... um..." Donald was stumbling for her last name. "Mrs. Ehret. But you may call me Tina." "Okay, thank you, Tina." Tina then walked away with a whisper, "Danke Schon."
Tina had walked out of Lori's personal room and closed the door, not only to see her mother Betsy Palavich, but also, Mary Hasserman as well. "Tina, please." Mary started, with wide eyes, Tina did something wrong. "Don't be sociable with the maid's on a personal part." Mary Hasserman said. "I was just going in there to apologize about what Myra did earlier." Tina said. And along with the wide eyes and a face of a rich man's angry wife, "Tina, you do not need to apologize to them." Mary finished with teeth out. "Why don't you stop with the face of death, Mrs. Hasserman." Tina suggested with a smile. "Don't walk into my home and do this. I'll treat my maid's however I wish." Mary said with a threatening tone. "Yes, Tina, you should be respectful, besides, that maid over there is just white trash. Like her son." Betsy said, looking down on Jackie and Donald, as she is God. "Would you like me to tell Jackie that Myra is a sex offender?" Tina asked. Betsy sighed a shocked sigh and covered her wide mouth. Mary had remembered this, she had remembered that Myra Palavich was on the sex offender list, soon to be off if the father Palavich can send some greenbacks to the person-in-charge of the California Sex Registry List. "Myra is your sister, how can you say that?" Betsy asked in a harsh but silent voice. "I had to transfer Euros into United States dollars, ten thousand to be exact. It was going to help me on a payment on my house me and my husband had in Munich, which I had to get a second job as a waitress at a restaurant in Munich. That money went to legal bills because Myra became romantically involved with a sixth-grade boy."
Copyright 2008 Roby Thomas |
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