Mother's second husband was originally a neighbor. He started hanging around when I was about 6 or 7 yrs old.
His wife was named Dena and they had a son named George.
Dena and George of course were disgruntled after having their husband and father leave them for the woman down the street.
My best memory of Dena was when I went to Purity Supreme grocery store with the neighbor man. There we were in the checkout line. I was standing behind him watching the conveyor belt run and making my fingers walk it. That's such a gross dirty thing to do like when I used to scratch the frost off the dump case that held meat at Your Market and eat it... or better yet I used to crawl under the bus seats. Kids are so innocently gross. So anyways There I stood waiting patiently and all of a sudden I hear an unknown voice yell at neighborman. They weren't kind words and they were extremely loud. Neighbor man yelled back "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE"
Soooo me being only 7 years old at the most I did know "hell" was a bad word. My fingers stopped walking on the belt. I looked behind me and there she stood....The Wicked Witch of the West. Then I witnessed something I still to this day have never seen a women do and that was Dena spitting in neighbor man's face. She had power behind that wad of saliva. It went over my head and landed right in his eyes.
The only other thing I remember about that trip to the grocery store is that I got a slim jim for the ride home.
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