CHPT 6

Mrs. Smith acted very annoying these time. I didn't know if she was on her PMS or what, but, how can a middle age lady became so annoying like a pre-teens?
There were an old grandma (well, grandma must be old) and I was there to gave her service.
"Good morning ma'am, what can I help you?"
"Can you see my back? Does it looks red?"
Because  I have a grandma in my house, I had no matter to checked her back.
"No ma'am, it is okay, so, what do you want to order? We have carrot cake just come out from the oven and-" beep beep! There were an alarm on her watch.
"Sorry, sweetheart, I need to take my pills."
"Alright, I will give you some time and I will come back."
"No! You may not go!"  Haha, what should I do?
Once she got all her pills, she opened up the menu and she pointed "Raisin muffin" and showed it to me.
"Oh, you want some raisin muffin?" I asked and smiled, started to writing.
"No, what is raisin muffin?" Oh dear..
"It is a cake and it is delicious." I said shortly cause Mrs. Smith was watching me.
"Is it big?"
"No ma'am, it is like a cupcake."
"What is cup cake?"
"It is a cake with a size like muffin."
"Oh, I see.. but, what is muffin? Is it different with Raisin muffin?"
"Raisin muffin is a muffin with raisin in it."
"Oh, alright, what about Pecan pie?"
"It is a pie."
"With bird meat? Pecan is a bird isn't it?"
"I'm sure you mean was Pelican bird. Pecan is nuts."
"Oh, I am alergic with nuts. What about this?" She pointed at "Macaroons"
"It is a biscuit - like cake."
"It is a biscuit."
"No, a biscuit - like cake."
" Oh yes, a biscuit!"
" No a biscuit - like cake, a cake that looks like a biscuit."
"Oh, so it is a cake.."
"Whatever." I mumbled
"Watch your mouth, young lady! A lady should not said improper words!"
"Alright Miss Ray, go to my office."shouted Mrs. Smith like a president suddenly and along with my bad feeling. I went to her office which always had a cinnamons and brown sugar scent.
"Yes Mrs."
"Why were you doing there? Taking an order? Fine, but why took so long my dear?" The words "my dear" was puzzled me. She sounds mad but "my dear"?
"The granny had a bit trouble understanding our menu."
"Then, why didn't you make her understand?"
"That was what I did." "Oh. Get outta here." She said at last like the monkey at the Cartoon Network's commercial. Daisy also got scold everytime, history said, Mrs. Smith got very emotional easily whenever she remebered her child, Rush who was died in an accident.
My theatre friend, Lou, was a texas girl and such a cowgirl. She always wore boots and the cowboy hat always suit on her.
"Howdy!" just like she always greeted people. She was a nice person but unfortunately, she was in a different class, way too different so sometimes, we could not talk about what was going on now. Cause we were like on a different planet, one inhale the oxygen, one inhale the carbon dioxide. I was the one with the oxygen.
She was a smart kid, principal's favourite. A's in all lesson, they said. Incredible wasn't it? Though we were in different planet, she was a friendly alien who let me to draw a crop circle in her house. Her house was so homey, 1968's style (she lived with her grandma, no doubt.) But there was no texas' characters, you know, shot gun, tongs of beers or wood wall. This house was so Europe, cream colored brick for the wall, red and yellow roses outside the window, big and old maple tree that shade the red roof. A small path made from rocks, strawberries field and tomatoes garden at the back yard. She even had a pool, the natural pool her grandma dug when she was teens. The ginger bread scents all ovr the places and one thing, which I loved so much and I wish I had one, Lou's bed room. Right on top of her house, in the roof for exact, and a big clean white window that viewed the road outside. Whenever you opened the window, the yellow roses that smelt like tea, planted under the window will gracely greeted you every morning.  Her bed room itself looked so girly, the old girly. There was an oval mirror that really looked very vintage a long a desk for makeup that full of perfume and cologne. Beside it, there was a manequin and right beside the manequin there was her wardrobe. All vintage, all smelt like morning grass with dew, lemon and just like other room, ginger.
"Your bed room is heaven Lou!" I screamed histerically.
"Easy girl.." she gave me an earl grey tea. Wow, I drink what the royal family drink! I thought innocently, but, why earl grey?
"You see, My granny was a British, she married a texas man, my grandpa. But still, you know." She explained everything.
"Yeah, I get it. I love this actually, so The Melendy Quartet!" I slurp the tea, the best tea I ever slurpped.
"Yes, that novels by Elizabeth Enright, I love them too, I have all the novel; The Saturday, The Four - Story Mistake, Then There Were Five and Spider Web for Two-"
"A Melendy Maze, my favourite!" We got common.
We spent lots of hour talking about the books and we made angel cake in inspired by Mona Melendy, the character. The book was actually a real good book. It was an old story, that is why the setting, the background and the time set is all still in nature, the best nature view you ever imagine. The story is just about the Melendy family, the four children for the exact.
"In fact, Brianna, my granny built this house like this 'cause she inspired by the Four - Story Mistake. A secret I tell, she is in love with Mark Herron-"
"Mark Melendy, I suggest." Corrected.
"Ah yes, she used to have a cow here, and milk it every every evening with me, but now that she was too old for that, she sold the cow."
The bell hung by the door rang, means someone was coming. It was Lou granny.
"Why, we got a guest here." She said. So british, polite and soft. Mother-ish.
"Good evening, granny, this is Brianna, Brianna this is granny, the Mark's lover." Lou winked.
"Oh boy, you told her, eh?"
"Yes, she knows about The Melendy and a big fan of it!"
Granny fanned herself with her handkerchief and talked to me for a short while. She was nice, like Cuffy in the book.
"Angel's landing!!" The royal cowboy shouted firmly. We all took a slice and it was so damn delicious and the decorating which was a vanilla buttercream with raspberry on top was just juicy. Melt in my mouth. But, guess, not for the pro.
"Less sugar, too much flour. Pretty good actually but still, less sugar too much flour."
Ah, spending the setting sun with Lou and her granny was fantastic. It made me forgot about the chaos in the house (although mom was all right). But still, we in the progress of re build the base of the falling building.