|"Almost a Safety Zone" (standard:humor, 574 words)|
|Author: Jerry Vilhotti||Added: Apr 06 2001||Views/Reads: 2271/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|When godparents were hard to come by!|
The night of the supper for the two most prosperous people in the neighborhood - and two good potential prospects of becoming godparents - the children fought even more vigorously knowing that since company was present no beating was going to fall all over their bodies. The boys six and seven years old, Tom and Leny One n, wrestled by the table - almost knocking it over twice - as sixteen year old Tina was constantly trying to kick their heads in when they were on the floor or attempting to rip their arms off while they were standing. Ten year old Alice kept busy by setting the table but every once in a while would join her brothers in warding off an especially savage attack by Tina who was doing her best to maintain discipline; believing the two visitors were going to take the baby home with them - if they had a good time. Through all this the baby Johnny slept. After a delicious supper of home made pasta, meatballs almost the size of tennis balls, a salad drenched in olive oil joined with a bit of vinegar and thick slices of American-Italian bread, the boy's father resumed his goal of placing their last born, who would become his favorite, into the safety zone. "So André! André! André, my good friend!" André tensed visibly; feeling something bad was coming on - for why had they been invited by these very poor people? He did believe like the New York politician that these kinds were essential for if it weren't for the wretched among them - how would they really know they were well off? "We have no mon"- André began to say. "André! André, my little man child has hair the color of the sun and his smile makes dark days become bright and his cry is like a tune that brings to mind the song 'Serenade in the Night'" "To the baby! I can't wait to have our own!" Francey shouted - having had three glasses of wine - two more than she should have had according to her husband's expression. "No more wine for her!" André said trying to smile but his upper lip became engulfed between his teeth. "André and you too Francey - I'm asking you from deep respect - to help me put our baby into the arms of God if He wishes to take him back - to be his godparents!" Francey could not contain herself shouting: "Yes! Yes!" His back was against the wall. Quickly André reasoned a "No" could offend this man who had the strength of ten men and proved it too by being among the men who had lifted the Empire State Building up to the clouds while working for the WPA and perhaps this evening of a free meal could end in a fight to his death and then what good would his thousands be in these dark days of the Great Depression? "Yes, all right then - to make you all happy!" he said. Even Tom and Leny, who would eventually resent the little bastard intruder, stopped sword fighting with their forks and joined the applause. The baby's shrieks made the mother jump up as if being shot while the future godfather gulped his last glass of wine in one sweeping stroke; letting a grimace hang on his face several moments after putting the glass down for good .... END Tweet
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