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“What are you doing, La Flor?” I asked.
“What does it look like? I staring out the window. I wondering what life is all about. What is life all about, Ray?” whined La Flor.
“What’s wrong? I’ve not see you so low?”
La Flor turned me. The woman wasn’t wearing makeup. She looked like she belonged in the church choir. She was wearing a sweatshirt and jammy bottoms. And, it was two in the afternoon. She is seriously down.
“Take a good look at me, Ray. Do you see it?”
“See what?” I asked.
“I didn’t touch it. I won’t touch it. Don’t you touch it. It’s contagious,” she said.
“What? You look great,” I lied.
“I can tell when you’re lying,” she said.
“You can?”
“Yes. You try to sound sincere,” La Flor said.
“You men. You’re all the same. Where’s LC when I need him. He’s at school. There is no one here to dote me. Cater to me. He’s exhausted when he comes home. He doesn’t want to go out. Chef school is killing our relationship. It’s making age before my time.”
What does a sensitive male do in these situations? I Google, “what does a sensitive male do in these situations.” Google’s first answer, “Are you serious?” I asked Siri, “what does a sensitive male do in these situations?” Siri answered, “You’re obviously a male. Your species is not sensitive.”
La Flor spoke, a hint of tears in her eyes, “What am I going to do about this, Ray.”
I looked at La Flor pointing to her head, “Your head looks fine. What’s wrong?”
“A gray hair. A gray hair. A gray hair,” she screamed.
I bent closer to look at the agent of evil, the gray hair. I said, “Did you hug Big Carmen yesterday?”
“Yes?”
“I think it is his hair. It’s not attached to your head.”
La Flor raced to the bathroom. I heard a scream of joy. A shout of exhilaration. A howl of delight. The shower turned on. I heard music playing. Her world was turning around.
An hour later La Flor walked out as if she was heading out to wherever the beautiful people head to in the late afternoon.
Before she can say a word. “Beautiful, tough, and edgy one, I am home to beg use forgiveness.”
Enter Little Carmen.
“It’s too late. You’re history. You’re in my past,” said La Flor.
“I want to dote on use. I want to cater to use. I want to jump tall buildings for use,” pleaded Little Carmen.
“Really?”
“Chef Vigeli kicked me out of school today. He said he’d just as soon die as to keep teaching me.”
“I love that man. Shower, shave, and let’s boogie, ” said La Flor.
All was right again.
I get inspired by people who won’t quit, who fight the greatest of odds and succeed. They fuel my courage to fight on, to never look back, to only look ahead. These are the people who don’t say life is unfair, they take life as it is and make the most of it. Get inspired by the Blind piano genius Derek Paravicini. You’ll be amazed and have your passions fueled.
“I don’t want to go to a parent teacher conference. My daughters are all grown,” I said.
“Ray, it’s me, Big Carmen. I’m like your brother. In fact, I’m your bro. See what I mean?”
Yes, I see what he means. He’s certifiable. He’s two eighth notes short of a whole note. He’s a pizza without cheese, I don’t care how they make it in California. Yes, he’s Big Carmen. So I answer, “I see what you mean.”
He fist bumps me. Then he said, “I had a bro, but now I don’t have a bro unless you are my bro which use just agreed to, which means use accepted the family charter.”
“What family charter? Who was your bro before I was your bro. What happened to your bro?”
“Poor, poor, poor Roggereo. I don’t like to talk, speak, or converse about him,” said Big Carmen.
“Why?” I asked.
“The Feds might be listening and find out where we sent Roggereo until everything blows over.”
“He’s alive? You sent him somewhere? What did he do?”
“Let’s say I have my own witness protection operation. This is one of the perks use gets for being family. Now use is family. See, use is a Calabrese, that’s like being a next door neighbor. Neighbors help each other, right?”
He should have been a lawyer, a politician, he twists logic and words so that insanity makes sense. Thankfully, the conversation ends when . . .
“Do I look okay to go to Chef Vigeli’s for LC’s parent conference?” asked La Flor.
Big Carmen gives her a construction worker whistle, then says, “Perfecto beautiful, tough, and edgy one. Vigeli never seen a dish like use.”
I looked at La Flor. Okay, she wearing her patterned spikes. She’s wearing very short shorts but admittedly stylish, and her workout bra.
“What do you think, Ray?”
“Little Carmen will be happy to see you,” I said.
A half hour later we’re at Vigeli’s Culinary School. Little Carmen is off in a corner away from anything he might damage working at a table learning to make Kool-Aid. I hear him holler, “Clef, Clef, Clef, do I mix the blue and yellow, or the green and blue.”
Chef Vigeli hollers back, “No, no. no. How many times do I have to tell you, only make blue Kool-Aid.”
Chef Vigeli turns and sees the three of us. He walks over and embraces Big Carmen, Big Carmen embraced Chef Vigeli. Big Carmen said, “Chef, I suppose use called me to tell me how good he is doing. Am I right?”
“I do anything for you, Big Carmen. You gave me the money to get started. You paid off my student loans. You sent me to Rome to work with Chef Faloni, the greatest Chef in Italy. But this, this, this …
Big Carmen places his arm around Chef Vigeli shoulder, “Let’s me introduce use to some people. This guy with the nose and ears, he’s my bro. Use know what that means when I says he’s my bro?
“Uh, no.”
“Okay. I understand. See, the beautiful, tough, and edgy one?”
Chef Vigeli stares at La Flor. His eyeball nearly the size of tennis balls. “Who is this beautiful, tough, and edgy one. Is she unattached?”
“She is La Flor, beautiful, tough, and edgy and LC’s so significant other. She is very proud of LC. And, I for one, or two, or make that three, I don’t want to her to be desensitized. I got that word from the Discovery Channel.
From the corner, “Clef, Clef, Clef I mixed green Kool-Aid with your 1964 Barolo Riserva Speciale. It was old so I knews use didn’t need it. I made an invention.”
Chef Vigeli fainted.
Big Carmen hollered, “Atta boy.”
La Flor said, “Grab two unopened bottles and lets split.”
I said, “What about the Chef?”
Big Carmen said, “Let him sleep, he looks tired.”
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I’m beginning to think I need to call my home Carmen’s East. Big Carmen and some associate, mostly Lil Carlo show up on a daily basis. He walks in without knocking. It doesn’t matter if the doors locked, the alarm triggered, or I have a welcoming mat for him.
I’m vacuuming when I hear, “Use don’t have to do dat.”
“Who’s going to do it?” I asked.
“My manager, TT. He can use the extra work. Hey, what a friends for?”
I said, “Is that a question you want me to answer or a statement?”
Big Carmen scratched his head, “It’s what I call don’t forget the favors I does for use or else. The reason I’m hear now is I’m keeping my bad eye on my kid, and my good eye on the beautiful, tough, and edgy one. Know what I mean?”
Fool number one says, “No.” Fool number two, “Do you think that’s appropriate.” Before I answer I see Lil Carlo rubbing his hand gun against his cheek. His nose is almost as long as the gun’s barrel. I say, “Know what you mean.”
“Besides, I wants to hear her read the scriptomatic.”
Where does he come up with these words? Who understands him? I said, “You fellows want a beer? Wine? Kale chips? Carrot sticks? Protein Bar? Figs? Raw Almonds?’
Big Carmen interrupts, “Don’t use have no real food like my today’s special, tomato and basil vegetarian pizza with double sausage. Get a large one for three ninety-nine. Have us pick the sausage off, twenty-two seventy-one.”
“No. I didn’t realize it was today’s special,” I said.
“I’m gonna call Rocko. He’ll give us one of the pizza’s he’s delivering.”
“Do you think that’s fair to person waiting for the pizza?” I asked.
“Yah. If they’s gots a complaint, I send them to the complaint department.”
“You have a complaint department?” I asked.
“It’s me,” said Lil Carlo sliding a bullet into the chamber.
A voice from behind the bedroom door, “I’m ready. Are you boys ready? I’m only wearing jeans and a shirt. LC cut class yesterday, he didn’t want to miss two days in a row even though Chef Vigeli said he was tops in his class.
I wanted to shout, ‘He’s being tutored one on one, of course he’s tops and the bottom as well.’ Not worth it.
“Okay beautiful, tough, and edgy, We are disappointed we won’t get the full eye candy treatment but we understands,” said Big Carmen.
La Flor struts out in her poured into jeans, a white button shirt tied just above her navel, and her spikes. I thought both men were going to reach for angina tabs.
She walks to front of the TV, unbuttons the two top buttons of her shirt.
“This is a good start. People gonna love you. I don’t thinks use need LC.”
“I was thinking the same thing, you adorable creature.”
Big Carmen nudges Lil Carlo, “She got a way with the words.”
La Flor reads her script, “You girls want to look as good as me? Sorry, I won’t lie. It’s impossible. But, you can look lot better than you look now if you take the Post Puberty Pill, that’s PPP. I made the tramp, my former protege, take this pill for a week, and you should see the difference. Firmer in the right places, all the cellulite gone in the wrong places, and her cell is busy with losers calling her for a date. What are you waiting for? You’ve been tied up with your loser for how long? The answer, long enough. Ask your doctor about a prescription. Don’t worry about the side effects. We have a cream for facial hair. An ointment for outrageously big pimples, and you won’t need birth control, you’ll be sterile after two doses.
“How did I do with the rewrites?” La Flor waiting anxiously for the applause.
Saved by the door crashing into the living room wall. Good thing I have the handyman on retainer.
“Did I miss it beautiful, tough, and edgy woman?” said Little Carmen carrying a pizza box.
Big Carmen forgot about his critique of La Flor’s rewrites, jumped up and went to embrace Little Carmen.
“Use did not fall far from the olive tree. Use making pizza at Vigeli’s? I’m so proud of use.”
“Nah. I grabbed it from Rocko. He was about to come in.”
“How did cooking class go today,” asked Big Carmen.
“Bass Clef Vigeli wants a parent conference.”
Big Carmen and Lil Carlo sit on the sofa in my living room. Big Carmen has a bottle of beer in his right hand and slice of pepperoni pizza in his left. Lil Carlo’s has his gun resting on the coffee table. He has a blue plastic cup of house (not my house, Carmen’s) red wine in his left hand, and a slice of the pepperoni pizza in his right.
“When’s the beautiful, tough, and edgy one gonna read her scripto?” ask Big Carmen. Before I answered, he added, “How come use is not eating a slice of my pie?”
When am I going to learn. Think first, speak second. Not today. I said, “Pepperoni is not good for you. It has nitrates. It has fats. It has other stuff, which will mess with your veins.”
“You tink so? I don’t. It’s the foundation for any good pizza. The secret is in the grease drippings. Sees, it’s the grease drippings that acts like Roto Rooter and cleans use colon. They sticks to the bad stuff. Let me asks use, how clean is use colon?”
Did Big Carmen move into the colon cleansing business? I don’t want to go there. Do you know anyone who checks the cleanliness of their colon? I hate my annual physical, know what I mean? I haven’t met a single person who wants to talk about how the cleanliness of their colon. Big Carmen and Lil Carlo are staring at me. Lil Carlo places his blue plastic cup next to his gun. His right hand rests on the gun with the kind of affection a mother gives to a baby. I wondered if it was possible to nurse a gun.
Saved.
The door to La Flor’s bedroom swings open, bangs against the wall. I’ll have to call the handyman to fix the dent in the wall where the door nob hit.
“Every body and I means all the bodies within my speaking vocals, the beautiful, tough, and edgy famous model will makes her day beaut entrance with me of course.”
La Flor, wearing what I’d call – no, I’m not going to call it anything. I’m not going to try to describe it. She’s being carried out by a bare chested black bear who is barefooted and wearing, I am grateful, a men’s bathing suit. La Flor’s left arm is draped around Little Carmen’s neck, her right hand carrying her script. The paper offers as much cover as the cloth. Little Carmen cradles his precious cargo.
Big Carmen and Lil Carlo stand and start applauding. Applauding? What are they applauding? Big Carmen gives me a look, I stand and applaud. The queen, AKA La Flor blows Big Carmen a kiss. I thought he was going to collapse back onto the sofa.
The audience takes their seats on the sofa. Little Carmen carries La Flor to the TV and stops and pivots so they face the three of us.
“How do you like it so far?” said La Flor.
“Use knocked all my socks off and I wears about four pair,” said Big Carmen.
“Use knocked all my boxers off and I wears six pair,” said Lil Carlo.
Lil Carlo wears boxers? I didn’t know they sold boxers in the kid’s clothing section. I keep quiet.
“What about you, Ray.” La Flor won’t let me keep quiet. Four sets of eyes stare at me.
“Uh, ah, um. I’m speechless. You knocked all my words out of me,” again I am pleased with my brilliant mind. My ability to turn tragedy in triumph.
“You can’t handle my sexuality. Can you, Ray?” said La Flor.
“Yes, I can,” I countered weakly.
“You can’t handle da tooth,” said Little Carmen. “Did I get it right, beautiful, tough, and edgy one?”
“Close enough.”
La Flor said, “I’m tired. My perfect entrance took it all out of me. Can I read the script tomorrow you handsome man?”
“Any ting for use. Use beautiful, tough, and edgy one,” said Big Carmen.
“Can I come wit use?” Asked Lil Carlo to Big Carmen.
“Sure ting.”
Every person I’ve met who exudes peace, compassion, and a sense of emotional wellness that often escapes me have at their core a sense of gratefulness. They are my teachers. They the are poor and well to do. They’ve never experienced worldly success and they’ve been on top. They’re black, white, brown, and yellow. They’re men and women. Young and old. They represent all religions and ethnicities. They’re grateful for sun and blue sky. They’re grateful for a glass of water. They’re grateful for you and me. I want to be like them. Gratefulness is a way of life. Enjoy Rita Ora’s Oscar performance her Grateful Song.
“Life’s much better for me, Ray, now that LC is in Chef Vigeli’s Culinary School,” said La Flor skimming through hairstyles photos on her iPad. She turned her iPad toward me, “Think this style will look good on me?” she asked.
This is a no win question for any guy. We lose either way. I summed up my guy knowledge and said, “You are beautiful, tough, and edgy. You’d make any hairstyle look good.” I impressed myself. Nice answer, Ray.
“I suppose. But I want the truth,” said La Flor with a knowing look that I was scamming her.
I wanted to say “You can’t handle the truth,” just like Jack Nicholson. Bad move. I let it go. Here’s the truth, I was only singing half a song, “You choose your hairstyle. I will write the blog so that every alt ego woman wants to copy your style. You’ll be the trendsetter.” I am getting very good at this. I answered La Flor’s comeback with a sure fire win.
La Flor didn’t waste a second before she sent her volley to my backhand side, “I don’t care about them. I want to see LC drool. I want to hear him sigh. I want to see his knees get weak, buckle, and watch him collapse to the floor overcome with my beauty. I’m almost there. One more teeny push and he’s over the edge. As for you, drop the cute answers. Any woman can see right through them.”
“Oh.” La Flor took a knife and stuck it into my puffed male ego and I heard it pop.
Saved by …
“I didn’t knock because I use my burglar tools to get in,” said Big Carmen. “I also disarmed your alarm system. Reminds me to alarm it when I leave.”
I pay fifty bucks a month for an alarm system Big Carmen treats as Lego Blocks, the ads said burglars better beware, Something is wrong with this picture.
“How you doing good looking stud,” said La Flor speaking to Big Carmen. I was hoping she was talking to me.
“I’m doing a lots better now that I sees the beautiful, tough, and edgy woman of Little Carmen’s dreams.”
“Hi, Big Carmen,” I said.
“I didn’t come to talk to you, but since use is polite enough to say hi, hi,” said Big Carmen. He turned back to La Flor, “I gots a once in a lifeline propo for use.”
“I’m worn out from lawyering. My caseload is all booked up,” said La Flor.
“We got’s nobody under arrest. We do have a number of my business associates as persons of interest, but that is another matter.”
“What’s your propo?” said La Flor picking up on Big Carmen’s vocab.
“Charlie Sevini heads up LCM Pharmo. Charlie gots a problem. He likes to gamble, he loses a lot. He owes me lots and lots and so I now own half his company. I told him I wants use to be the company’s star in a nationwide ad for a beauty drug that will air on all the NFL games on opening week. I tooks the liberty to write the script for use. It will be on a teleprompter. Use will be dressed in such attire as to show the world your physical assets if use knows what I means.”
La Flor, playing it cool, took a sip of her coffee, “I’m really, really booked up, BC.”
“Do this as a fav for me and I will makes sure use gets your own dressing room, makeup artist, nail tech, hairstylist, and jewelry even if you’re not wearing it in the shoot. And, use get top dollar.”
“I want LC to be holding me in his arms and admiring my body with a glassy, lost look in his eyes,” said La Flor.
“Use got the hole (yes, he said hole) package.”
“Let me see the script,” said La Flor.
Big Carmen hands it to her. She starts reading it. “Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. I don’t know. That’s got to go.” She looks up at Big Carmen. I’ll do it if I can make a few insignificant changes to the script.”
“Use is my angel, beautiful, tough, and edgy. When does use want to shoots it?”
“Come by tomorrow so we can go over the script. You’ll love the changes I made. I have to check with LC since he’s going to be holding me in the shoot. He should be home any second from Chef school.”
“it’s good to see the boy has a drop of ambition. I tink dats all he’s got.”
The front door slams, “I’m home. Did use know the alarm is off, Ray?”
“Uh huh.”
“Let me tells use all what I learned to today. It’s ground beef breaking. It’s funnel a normal” (I think he meant phenomenal).
“How so,” I said.
“I learned two tings. One, if the toast is hot, the peanut butter melts on it. Not many people know that. Second, did use know jelly goes with peanut butter? Who would have figured. Clef Vigeli is so creativity.”
“Dis is what Leo is teaching use? How to makes peanut butter and jelly toast?” said Big Carmen. “He’s gonna have peanuts when I gets through with him.”
“Hey, it’s a family blog,” I said.
“I apple gees. I forgets,” said Big Carmen.
“I brought home the peanut butter and jelly toast I made so use guys can try it,” said Little Carmen opening up a Tupperware container with three triangles of peanut butter and jelly toast. He offered each one of us a piece.
“Not bad,” I said.
“Very good, how did use do the swirl with the peanut butter. Makes me think we could add a swirl to the mozzarella on the pizza. Did I mention tonight’s special is a large build it any style for seven ninety-two when use add a small salad for six eighty-four?” said Big Carmen.
“I prefer chocolate,” said La Flor. Then she added, “With white wine.”
