Shocking Visitor

Hey Friends,

Starla and I had nodded off in the recliner when a knock at the trailer door frightened us awake. I had been dreaming of performing at a real concert venue (instead of playing the local VFW on Bingo night...or Fish Fry Fridays) but all that disappeared in a flash when those knuckles hit that faux wood door.

Still a bit on edge from escaping Cain's baby mill/slave camp, I grabbed my gun and hid it in the front pocket of my powder blue hoodie. I stood by the door and without opening it, said forcefully:

"Who goes there?! Who the fuck goes there?"

There was silence. Not to be fucked with, I insisted:

"Tell me who the fuck you are or I'll blow a hole in your head so big you could fist it!"

I heard a quiet and incredibly nervous male voice say: "Is...uh...is Bonnie...I'm...a...I'm looking for Miss Bonnie White."

He sounded young and harmless. I cracked open the door, leaving the chain on. I had to get a good look at this man who was asking for my Mama. He looked to be in his mid-30's, tall--over six foot, broad shouldered, well-dressed in khaki pants and a heavy ski jacket and quite attractive with his dark hair and equally deep, dark eyes. He had a pleasant, thin face and it left me curious as to why someone so assumingly good would want to talk to my foul-mouthed and uber-sassy Mama.

"And who the hell are you?" I softened my tone, and said it in kind of a joking manner.

"I'm...a...my name is Jacob and I...uh...kind of need to speak to her."

"Well, I got bad news for you: Mama lost her memory, so she will have no idea who you are. So, she's not very good company I'm afraid--not that she ever has been! HA!"

"Can I...come in for a moment? I won't stay long, I promise--it's just...well, it's pretty cold out here." His teeth were beginning to chatter. It was pretty fucking cold outside. I stepped aside.

"Welcome. Please come inside my trailer--where did my manners go?"

I helped him off with his jacket. He was wearing a nice sweater underneath.

"Can I get you some refreshments? Water, Faygo, Coors Light?"

He smiled, "Water sounds great, thank you."

I went to the kitchen and got a beer for myself--then put it back when I remembered that I promised not to drink with this pregnancy. I decided to just pour the guy and myself a glass of water--even though water didn't get me drunk.

I handed him a glass. "Here you are--the glass is a collector's item from McDonald's. It was part of their Disney series. See, my glass has Cinderella on it." I stopped myself; I sounded like an idiot. I couldn't help it--he was SO cute! "Anyway, let me go get Mama."

Mama was sitting on her bed, brushing her long hair. Rather than tease it into a frantic mess like usual, she was brushing it long and straight. She looked younger, actually. Funny.

"Mama, some guy is here to see you."

She snorted. "What the hell does that mean? I'm not going to know him from a hole in the wall. What's the use? Tell him to hit the bricks."

I leaned in the doorway. "It's late and it's cold outside. I'll let him warm up a bit before I throw him back on the streets. Plus, he's really cute--and he seems nice. Come out and talk to him. What the hell else do you have going on in your exciting life?"

She shrugged. "You have a point." She then jumped down off the bed and padded out into the living room.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked.

He stood. "I'm...I'm Jacob. Are you Bonnie White?"

She hopped up on the couch and faced him. "I guess so--at least, that's what this one told me." She was motioning to me. "I lost my damn memory, so I don't know shit from shinola. So, I'm afraid to say I will have no idea who you are."

Jacob was so nervous I was on edge. I had to break the tension because it was just irritating.

"Hey, Jacob--what's your deal? You are more fidgety than a bulemic at a bake sale."

He closed his eyes for a moment and then said:

"My father just died. He was a pastor at a Baptist church just outside Lapeer. Well, right before he died, he told me that the woman I grew up believing was my mother was actually not my real mother. She was my step-mother, who adopted me at birth. He said my real mother was his ex-wife, who left him as soon as I was born. I was left behind, Papa raised me. He was a good man, but was haunted by a past he'd never discuss. It turns out his previous marriage was short-lived and chaotic and he was left devestated when his wife left him. Bonnie, that wife was you. And that makes me your son, Jacob."

Mama's eyes fluttered a bit, then rolled back in her head. I was too slow (or too entertained), so I wasn't quick enough to catch her before she hit the ground.

Jacob was fast, though, and swooped her off the ground and laid her back on the couch. He touched her face. "Bonnie!" He called. "Bonnie! Are you OK? Bonnie!"

"Move aside," I told him and pushed him out of the way. I took my glass of water and threw it in Mama's face. She sputtered, sprayed water and then sat up, blinking water out of her eyelashes.

"You bitch!" She spat.

"It woke you up, didn't it?"

She shook her head, dazed. "I'm sorry, Jacob, your news just...hit me...like Ike Turner on a PCP binge."

"She doesn't remember me, but she remembers Ike Turner," I quipped from my recliner. "And his drug problems."

"Shut it, you tramp!" Mama shot back. "Now, Jacob, this is all rather hard to believe. And how do I know you're telling the truth? What if you're trying to get money out of me? What if you're some kind of grifter?"

I laughed. "He's after your collection of bingo dobbers, that must be it."

"I could have riches! How do you know? I could have been shoveling money away all these years."

Jacob, eyes filled with sincerity, said: "No, ma'am, I'm not here for money. I'm no liar and I am no...grifter. I guess when my Papa died, it just left a...a hole in me. And my first reaction was to find you--my mother, my real mother. You see, my step-mom, Judy, well, she and I never saw eye-to-eye. Perhaps it was because she always knew I wasn't hers biologically, but she was distant. And one day, I came home and...well, she was being taken out by the paramedics. She had...killed herself."

Mama gasped.

"So, I'm...kind of an orphan now. Or I was, until Papa told me the truth. Now I realize I'm not alone. I have a mother and she's alive and well."

"Barely," I chimed in.

"Hush yourself!" Mama yelled. "It seems I have one decent, upstanding child on this Earth, which is more than I can say for you or that tranny Cunt Face!"

Jacob's eyes widened, with shock and confusion. "What's a...tranny?"

"Never mind," Mama replied. "Trasha, can Jacob stay? I want him to tell me all about himself. I want to get to know the son I never knew I had."

"You didn't know you had your nipples pierced--of course you didn't know you had a long-lost son!"

Mama glared, but I let her have her way. I invited Jacob to stay. After finding out he is my half-brother, my attraction to him hasn't wavered. I never knew him and he isn't my FULL brother. I mean, it wouldn't be like fucking Cunt Face or something. All we share is DNA and I don't know about him, but I'm up for a roll in the hay. I'd even let him do anal on me!

Love,

Trasha