Gloria I think they got your number! Part six
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Author's Note Parts of Louisiana have descendants from French people moved from Canada by the British after the British lost the American Revolutionary War. The British were pissed that the French helped the Americans. Cajun the word is shortened version of Acadian which is what the people were called when they arrived in Louisiana. They speak a time in the bottle version of French as it was in 1750. Of course, with influences from Spanish, black slaves and Native Americans. Modern examples include Lacey Chabert, Jared Leto, James Carville and others. My family from there, I spent time there. There are two hundred and fifty thousand Cajun and Creole people in America now.
Part one we found America's Orphaned Cajun Runner here:
https://www.literotica.com/s/gloria-they-got-your-number-pt-01
Then Beth's forced to leave Bossier City and is moved to Seattle and an all Girl's Catholic School in part two:
https://www.literotica.com/s/gloria-they-got-your-number-pt-02
Beth wins her first cross country meet and breaks a record:
https://www.literotica.com/s/gloria-they-got-your-number-pt-03
Then Beth be hearing from home:
https://www.literotica.com/s/gloria-they-got-your-number-pt-04
Then Beth's triumph was captured here:
https://www.literotica.com/s/gloria-they-got-your-number-pt-05
I be so hungry, cher, I be talking wit me. I be so sore, best be runnin through neighborhood real slow. My belly be so talking wit me. I be in da kitchen for I know it. There be noodles with ground sausage and mushrooms in big pot, onions and be raisins too.
Be a bowl on da counter, right size, spoon drawer opened and I found a big spoon and spooned filling da bowl. I slid pot back into fridge, and der was bowl of feta cheese, I put some in da bowl wit da macaroni. Den it be in da microwave It be cooking.
I cut some big rye bread and toasted it and put peanut butter on it, poured some milk and all be done.
I went for da toast first wit milk. I be humming. Then I be slowing down and ate and drank. I be doing it again, and I be better.
Mama be pouring Cajun coffee fo both us. We be on da TV show tomorrow.
Sister Mary, Mama and I be flying to Los Angeles. We be first class. Da seats be so wide, Mama be humming! I be hugging her arm. "I love you Mama, wit all my heart."
Mama smiled at me. Dey brought me steak sandwich. Coffee, orange juice, de cafΓ© strong, not be normal.
"Mama what be steak?"
"Cher, it be like beef shank we roast, cept it chews easy. It be good Cher."
I be sleeping head in Mama's lap, when she be waking me.
"Cher, sit up, we be bout on da ground."
We be walking off da plane fo everybody do.
Der be dis man, he be holding dis sign says Beth Moss/Jimmy Kimmel Show.
I's right front of dat man, said, "I be Beth Moss. Sister Mary and Sister Mary Clare be wit me. Dey my family.
He said, "Come with me, there is a car for you."
It be long walk, specially for Mama, been long time since she be in Galveston. She be slowing down, I be holding her arm and she be sitting on da floor.
I's screaming, "Help, help, help, " and der were men and women and an dey had mask on her face and den Sister Mary and her be getting in ambulance.
Sister Mary be grabbin my arm, "Beth, be the Beth we know and love, tell them your story, our story, "she be huggin me and I be standing alone.
Da man said, "Beth are you okay, we have to go.
I be nodding and walked wit him to dis long, shiny black car. He opened da door and I stepped in.
Der be three women. Dey be talking at same time, looking down as da car drove away.
Dey be talking fast not to me. I be singing low my eyes closed, "Hello Josephine, how do you do? Do you remember me my baby, like I remember you? You used to laugh at me and holler woo, woo, woo."
I be swaying like my mama and daddy did, I knew I be hugging them soon.
"Beth can you sing that again a little louder."
My eyes be open and I be nodding and I be all over Ry Cooder's voice, he be coon ass just like I be, little rasp and dey stopped talking.
"Do you know other songs? That you sing when you run?"
I nodded yes.
"Dis be one Sister Mary Clare, taught me, she a coon ass dis like me, but she be born in Galveston."
Took my first breath, where the muddy Brazos
Spills into the Gulf of Mexico
Where the skyline's colored by chemical plants
T'put bread on the table of the working man
Where the working man does his best to provide
Safety and shelter for kids and a wife
Given little of his soul every day
Making over time to keep the wolves away
Well I was barely thirteen when the company man
Tried to dig my dad his grave
It happened on a French owned tanker ship
Spillin' poison in the Galveston Bay