Little Man
Little man spun around and started screaming. “Pussy! Pussy! Come hur. You gotta see dis! Pussy!” The sound of his voice caused Esther to shutter. A movement that Oscar noticed. Before long this scrawny looking woman came into the living room holding a baby with three smaller children trailing behind her. They looked like stair steps, her being the tallest.
“Bro, whur your manners? I’m Otis, Oscar’s my big brother. Ery-body call me Oat. This hur angel is my wife Pussy and our brude; Austin,” he pointed at the baby. Next in line was, “Larry, Teddy, and Tim.”
Esther clasped her hands together as she stepped into the living room. “I’m city trash.” She spoke with a southern accent so fake it dripped with honey. And continued, “and I half expected your youngins to be named Larry, Daryl and Daryl.”
“Oh, she be funny bro.”
Oscar was about to die. He never looked up from the floor.
“Well I see ya got well mighty fast. Earlier you couldn’t get out the bed.”
‘Son of a bitch’, Oscar didn’t like to curse even in his thoughts. He could feel a panic attack coming on. He started to sweat and shiver at the same time. He didn’t want Esther to see him like this. She would think he was pathetic. Heck he felt and thought he was pathetic.
Oat just started laughing. “We goin’ down to Hardee’s fur dinner.”
The two oldest boys started chanting as they shuck their fists in the air with joy, “Hardee’s, Hardee’s, Hardee’s.”
“Checks come in?” Oscar said it before he could stop himself. That wasn’t very nice. But his brother brought out the worst in him.
“Ya could pitch in and give some green for ma’s dinner. Hardee’s ain’t cheap.” Oat sputtered. “I got 5 mouths to feed.”
Oscar just glared at Oat.
Esther suggested, “how about we send her a bowl of soup and some corn bread?”
Oscar liked that idea much better than shelling out money but he couldn’t move. All he could really do was glare at Oat. Knowing his mother, she would eat the soup all the while bemoaning that no one cared enough about her to buy her a cheeseburger. It was a lose lose for him.
“Should’ah known country not good ‘nough fur you.” Pussy rolled her lips.
Esther laughed, “oh honey, you don’t have a clue what you’re talkin’ about?”
Pussy stopped in the door, “we’s country.”
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