Chapter 2- Little Rose Cherry pt 2
After moving my car around to the back and parking beside Rosa's old truck, I walked around and through the backyard and she was right, it was beautiful. A high block wall fenced in the whole backyard, and all the way around the perimeter were flower beds with roses planted in them. Below the roses were tulips, tiger lillies, black-eyed susans, and all sorts of other flowers I had no idea what they were. Then strategically placed in the center of the yard were large, old, trees.
Looking up at the old, distressed, red brick house, movement caught my eye and I looked up to see Rosa looking out her window. Looking away I saw the french doors, and I immediately imagined that I was cumming in Rosa's back door. A naughty grin turned the corners of my mouth up. She was right, it was very pretty, but nothing was as pretty as Rosa.
When I walked inside she was standing there waiting on me and immediately asked, "Well?"
My grin broadened as I retorted teasingly, "It is indeed very pretty, but not the most beautiful back door I've seen..."
That made her mouth drop, and then she closed it and gave me a speculative look before turning and calling over her shoulder, "Well come on then, let's go down to the basement to see the electrical panel."
She retrieved a flashlight on the way down, and then we went to see the oldest electrical box I have ever seen in my life. Rosa held the light as I began pulling old tube fuses out and inspecting them. The ones that appeared to be sound I put back, and the rest I put in a bag. Turning to Rosa I gave her the bad news, "We are going to have to go to the hardware shop or an electrical supply store and hope that we can find these fuses."
"Alright, let's do it then," She answered.
It took two hours of driving around Ellensburg to find all the fuses we needed and by the time we got home it was dark. Rosa led the way back inside and then down to the basement. Again she held the flashlight while I inserted all of the fuses and very gently threw the main into the on position. The lights came on, fluctuated on and off, and then almost all the fuses we just bought popped and the house was drowned in darkness once again!
"You have a wiring issue, or some faulty outlets," I pronounced in a growl of frustration, "Either way, we aren't going to solve this mystery tonight."
"Well shit," Rosa cursed while shaking her head. Looking over at me she shrugged and gave me a grin as she suggested, "Since we have no power, do you wanna go out to eat?"
Gazing down at her, I thought about all my clothes I still needed to unpack, and then my stomach growled loudly.
She chuckled, "Well it seems like your stomach says yes..."
"Sure, yea, okay," I agreed.
She gave a mischievous grin, and then turned and led the way out of the basement.
"So, tell me about yourself, Harper," Rosalina asked before taking a hardy bite out of her 'Whopper' with cheese and then shoved two or three fries in to add salty flavoring.
"Well I come from a big family," I answered vaguely. Telling your new house mate and employer that you come from a massive, incest, harem family was never the right approach to making friends or keeping jobs, as a matter of fact, it almost always invited judgment.
"Really? Me too!" Rosa replied excitedly, "So, how many brothers and sisters do you have?"
"Well," I began hesitantly as I thought of the best way to phrase my answer. I wanted to be truthful, and yet, not completely honest, "I have six sisters..."
"Holy shit, your one of seven kids," Rosa guffawed as she leaned forward and looked at me like I was some strange alien, "You're right you do have a big family! Personally, I am the oldest of five."
"I also have eleven brothers," I finished with a grin as I watched Rosa's mouth fall open.
"You're shitting me," She exclaimed once she recovered, "There's no way! How could your mother have eighteen children? She'd have to be like, sixty to seventy years old!"
I laughed and shook my head, "No, actually she's only fifty-one and was pregnant only three times. The first time she had fraternal triplets, all boys, meaning she dropped three eggs and they all got fertilized..."
"I know what fraternal means thank you," Rosa snapped sarcastically, then waved her fork as she commanded, "Go on."
Nodding I continued, "Her second pregnancy, mom gave birth to fraternal quintuplets, again all boys. Her last pregnancy, mom hit the Korrapati jackpot and dropped six eggs, they got fertilized and two were girls while the other four were boys. The problem is that Korrapati women, such as my mother, alway seem to have identicals when the embryo is female. So of the two embryos that were female one broke four ways, and the other two. So, in mom's last pregnancy she gave birth to ten babies. After that she decided to go and have her tubes tied."
"No shit! I would have done the same after the five boys," Rosa declared as she shook her head at my mother's prenatal heroics.
I laughed but it was for the fact that Rosa would probably faint if she knew that that story was pretty close to the standard for not just my mother, but also for grandma Fornasia and my four aunts. Looking into Rosa's eyes I asked, "What about you Rosa? You said you're the oldest of your siblings. Have you always lived here? And, how old are you?"
"Didn't your mother ever teach you that you shouldn't ask a woman her age," Rosa retorted snappishly as she munched on fries, and then thought about her answer as she slurped cola through her straw, "So, I'm not from Ellensburg. I am from Yakima. My aunt lived here in the house we are in now. I was the only kid that ever spent time with her, and then when she got sick I was the one that nursed her in her final days. When she died she left me the house, the truck, and a pretty healthy bank account. The house is way too big for just me though, and I needed to make money to keep up with it and pay the taxes. So, I have spent the last year remodeling it so that I could make it a boarding house, however I need to open this next semester and I am way behind. So I hired you. Oh, and I'm twenty-eight."
"Wow," I said in a slow draw out way as I shook my head and chuckled.
"What?" She asked in mild concern, "Is there something wrong with my autobiography?"