Lizz Lund - Mina Kitchen 01 - Kitchen Addiction! by Lizz Lund

Author:Lizz Lund [Lund, Lizz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Humor - Cooking - Pennsylvania
ISBN: 1466397659
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2011-10-14T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

(Wednesday afternoon)

“You just don’t understand,” Helena sobbed. “Wujek will kill me,” she wailed.

“Uh, no, I don’t think he’s going to kill you,” Norman offered.

“Of course not. What for?” Bauser added hastily.

“B-b-because I had a BABY!” she wailed.

“Well, these things happen,” Norman offered.

“And the father’s not even POLISH,” Helena continued. “Or JEWISH.”

“Well, nobody’s perfect.”

Norman shrugged. Helena blew. Jim bayed a la beagle in support.

“Jim bays?” I asked.

“Who knew?” Bauser shrugged.

Huh. Figures. Just like every other guy I ever met, Jim has a thing for blondes, too.

“When I got pregnant, Pop sent me to a group home in Vermont for wayward shiksahs,” Helena explained. “He wanted to shame me because the baby’s half-Irish. But a week later, Ma showed up and bailed me out. We took a cabin on Lake Champlain for the summer,” she added wistfully. “That was a real happy time. Ma was nice to me. It was a real first.” I nodded empathetically.

“So Ma and I decided to rent a condo in Burlington, near the hospital. At that point, neither of us was speaking to Pop, anyway. Especially after he told us Uncle Vlad had Mickey locked up.”

Helena started to sniffle again. The wad of used tissues in her lap grew from the size of a ping-pong ball to something more like a baseball.

“I had a beautiful baby girl, Marie, named after my Auntie Marie, may she rest in peace,” she ended.

“So where’s your kid now?” Norman asked nervously.

“Not to worry; she’s with her Gramma and Grampy back in Bumville,” Helena said.

“I guess you patched it up then?” I asked.

“Sure; right after Marie was born, when I moved back. I didn’t really want to, though.” She paused and blew again. “But I had enough of Vermont. I really hate snow. And skiing. I completely don’t get the downhill thing,” she said. “Bu the time I came home, Uncle Vlad had just – poof – left. And Pop wouldn’t say a peep.” Another tissue joined her growing collection. “Later I visited Mickey in prison with the baby, and he told me all about Uncle Vlad testifying against him in court.”

“Jeez, are you sure you want little Marie to, umm… visit Mickey in prison?” Bauser asked.

“He is her father,” Helena sniffed. “And I don’t understand what the big deal was about, anyway. Don’t you think it’s a little extreme to put someone in jail over some lousy unpaid traffic tickets?” she asked.

Traffic tickets? “Umm… yeah,” I said. Oh boy

Bauser forced the Aspire up Mt. Driveway, tugged at the emergency brake and shut the motor off. The car lurched back. Norman and Bauser got out, and hauled me and Helena and Jim out of the gulch what was Bauser’s backseat. We shuffled to the front door where Vito was already waiting, dressed up in a dark blue Armani suit, light blue silk shirt and paisley tie. He was even wearing his bridge.

Helena gulped a breath, stepped forward, and sobbed into her basketball of tissues. Vito hurried down the steps and engulfed Helena and her snotty ball in a big Uncle Vlad bear hug.

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