Daddy Whats Mama Mia About Pt 02

Daddy What's Mama Mia About. Part 2

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We first found our sweet heroine Annie here:

Daddy What's Mama Mia About Pt. 01

"What do we do, " I asked.

He said, "We need to talk and figure out what we wish to accomplish?"

I raised my eyebrows?

"Do you want to ask him for money?"

"Oh God no, " I said.

"Why not? In some sense he ruined your life by impregnating your mom, " Papa said.

I thought for a bit, then said, "Really at the end of the day, if she was a good person, she would never have done what she did and become a "star fucker", it would be so cool to give her a lie detector test and try to see how many other times she cheated on her husband, so everything is out in the open, because I bet it was a lot."

"So no, I want to meet him on friendly terms, bearing no threats to him or his family, demands for money. Best outcome, maybe I'm a stepsister, you and Mama and I could visit. Would you please come with, I couldn't bear to lose you, ever."

Nelena was hugging me from behind and she was sobbing. I helped with dinner, some pasta with cheese and little bits of Argentinian Chorizo, which is firm and a blood sausage, which both are so wonderfully flavorful. She had some dough rising in a covered bowl and put it in the oven at five hundred degrees and it only took twenty minutes.

I stopped and looked at her and said, "Mama, I want to be a good wife and mother, please teach me how to cook. It's really what I want to be more than anything. But I'm so confused now, can you and I talk tonight, just us, please, " I beseeched her.

She hugged me.

I helped her set the table and there was pitcher of water and wine on the table that Papa had put down already, letting it splash and open up. The bottle was on the table, I had not heard of the grape before, Cab Franc. I looked at Papa with my eyebrows raised in question.

He said, "It is a French grape, mostly used in the Bordeaux region as a mixing grape with Merlot, with the dominant grape being Cabernet Sauvignon. Indeed in Walla Walla, which has a huge wine industry, it is actively grown as a varietal and enjoyed, same as in Argentina, the terroir being what makes it different. Similarly Syrah is much more celebrated here, Argentina and Australia, where they call it Shiraz."

He poured some for Mama to taste. She took a deep sniff, then swirled it around her glass, sniffed it again, swirled then drank some and made some noise in her mouth.

She set the glass down and said, "Incredible, slate background, Bing cherries, raisons huge flavors. Just a really big wine, " looking to me, she continued, "try it baby."

Papa had filled my glass already and she handed me some bread and I sipped.

Boom in the mouth, bigger than a Cabernet, at least I thought so. I took a bite of the bread and was chewing and she interrupted me and said, "Drink more now."

It was probably the best bite and drink I'd ever had. I kept on until the bread was gone and my glass was empty. I actually felt myself tear up and then I said, "If I never, ever ate anything else and died now I would feel content."

She said, "We will stick Cab Franc tonight, but you will love it with the pasta even more. People even use it with dessert, with simple broken chocolate bars and an Italian plum. Tomorrow will have Syrah with slow roasted pork shoulder. This is magnificent, but that will be another world. Roasted squash, new potatoes and Brussels sprouts in butter."

I took small bites, because of staying where I weighed now and running and India and I had news to tell everyone.

"I tried out for the team and ran against this older runner, her name is India. I ran a thirty fifty seven in the ten thousand meters, which is a personal best and a few ticks of the NCAA women's record."

Papa said, "Did you win as well with the good time, Annie?"

I beamed at both of them, "I ran her into the ground."

Mama squealed and they were both hugging me.

I started again, "I am on the team and I am enrolled for spring quarter and will workout with the team. If I compete now in meets I will lose a year's eligibility so I will "redshirt", which will allow me to have a full year next year. I am going to enroll for summer quarter, so that I can compete in the women's indoor season in the fall quarter, September to December. I'll run the three thousand meter and five thousand meter run both. The coaches are wife and husband, she's in charge."

That caused Mama to laugh.

I went on, "I'm registered for classes English composition, American History and Economics 201 Microeconomics. I got my books from the bookstore on the Ave. I need to register for summer quarter next week I think. I need to be completed of my freshman year by end of summer, in order to get the redshirt and then compete."

Papa went over to the china cabinet and brought back a big dark chocolate bar and without unwrapping it he broke the bar up by banging on it with the blunt end of his table knife. We were on the second bottle of Cab Franc now and Papa unwrapped the chocolate bar and we each took a piece and I nibbled and then took a sip and it was even better than the bread and wine, rich, bitter, fruity, the texture as it melted in my mouth. I mean it was food and wine, nominally I thought of it as fuel.

My mom was an indifferent cook at best. This made life better. It was not necessarily harder to cook the stuff Mama made and baked, but it was life affirming.

Out of nowhere I said, "Would you be opposed to me changing my last name to yours Papa?"

Mama, clapped her hands and screamed.

He said, "What is this all about?"

I said, "You can't adopt me now, I'm too old. On the other hand if I could pick two parents, it would be you two. I want the world to know that. I want the world to see how I honor, love and respect both of you. I no longer have to be embarrassed by my parents, when I hear my name as I run."

"It's like I get the perfect do over. I'm learning how to be a woman, to be loved and taught by my mama. I'm learning how to keep a home and feed my spouse and our babies."

Papa said, "I will start it tomorrow."

Mama and I cleared the table and we chattered and giggled. I hand dried the dishes and put them away and hung the tee towels on the edge of the sink.

She hooked my arm and we went out into the back yard and sat on some old wooden chairs. She allowed herself one cigarette a day and it was time for that. She had an ancient metal Zippo lighter and opened the top and lit the cigarette which was a Benson & Hedges brand and seemed very long.

She left the cigarette in her lips and put the pack and lighter in the pocket of her sweater. She took several drags as she fiddled and finally put the cigarette between her fingers and I noticed that her finger nail polish were a deep crimson and matched.

She smiled at me and raised one eyebrow.

I said, "You had sex today, and I swear to God if I was a guy watching you fire that up, I'd be hard as a rock."

She laughed and did not say anything.

"Is he handsome? Is this a romance? How long have you been with him?'

Nelena said, "Not yet my daughter, tell me about your confusion."

I stood up and walked about the lawn, I found myself hugging myself tightly, rocking on my feet.

I whirled around and said, "The girl I ran against, today, well, "I felt my throat tighten up, "we made love this afternoon. She's real and tender and I realize that I need someone to be in charge and I think she might be the one. I want to be a mom and have houseful of my and my spouse's children. I see men now and I feel nothing at all. What am I going to do Mama," I few into the safety of her arms and cried and cried.

After a bit, we sat down, she said, "This feels as if more chocolate is in order."

She said, "Stay here."

In a couple of minutes she carrying more chocolate and a jug of French apple brandy called Calvados. She poured some into some mugs and then to my surprise she pulled out her old lighter and sparked up a big fat blunt and passed it to me and while it had been a bit, I took it deep into my lungs and gave it back and slowly let it out my nose, then drank the Calvados that I felt was sort of sweet but not really and the scent of apples coming off it, then the blunt was back, I was seriously baked.

She put the chunk of chocolate in my mouth. It was so nice. I noticed she put the blunt halfway through on the edge of the chair arm. We slowly ate the chocolate and drank more of the apple brandy.

We'd been there for forty minutes or so and she said, "What were we talking about?"

We both laughed and laughed.

End of Daddy What's Mama Mia About part two.

Coming soon Bennie meets his daughter.