The previous episode of Drake and Nona
“Oh, Father God in Heaven!” exclaimed Nona’s mother, dropping the kitchen knife. “Why hast thou forsaken me?”
The sudden and loud introduction sent Nona tumbling over; losing control of her stilelottos, her phone and unplugging the Bose CD player at one fell swoop.
“Ouch!” Nona blasted.
“Lord, you said, raise them in your holy admonition and you would bless and keep them safe from harm,” lamented Ms. Parks; her head tilted back and both arms surrendered to heaven.
“Mother, please. I am a thirty-three year old professional woman, who owns a home with a doorbell. Why didn’t you use it?”
“I did the best I could Lord. I took her to church, prayed with her, and tried to be a good example,” Ms. Parks continued her plea before God and ignored Nona.
“Mother! Please knock it off. God knows I’m not doing anything wrong.”
Mrs. Parks managed to snap out of her impromptu call to Jesus, and headed toward the chaise lounge.
“Then why did I find you here with your butt in the mirror?”
Nona slipped on a silk robe hanging on the inside of her closet door. She tied it in a knot on the side and exchanged her red stilettos for pointy gold bedroom slippers.
“Not that I OWE you an explanation, but I was just trying out my new camera phone.”
“Is that the whole story?”
“Yes,” Nona snapped with slight conviction about her half-truth, “for now.”
“Okay, for now.” Mrs. Parks got up to leave. “I just hope you know what you are doing.”
“Mother, I’m fine. Don’t worry. It’s nothing bad. So why are leaving, you just got here.”
Mrs. Parks walked downstairs and Nona followed a few steps behind. Nona wanted to hug her mother and assure her that she was responsible and had not left her Christian roots, but she resisted.
“I only stopped by to give you these,” reaching into the pocket of her suit jacket. “These are the tickets to the Virtuous Women’s event tomorrow night. Last month, you said you and your friend Toni wanted to come; so here.”
Nona accepted the tickets. “Thanks Mom. Yeah, I had forgotten, and Toni’s out of town at the moment, so...”
“Do what you will. It’s my treat. I hope you will be there, but if not, that’s okay too.” Mother Parks grabbed Nona’s chin gently and stared her directly in the eyes as if to look into her soul. “I truly love you Nona.”
“I know Mom. I love you too.”
“Well prove it next time by locking your door,” Mrs. Parks said jokingly.
They both smiled, and Nona watched her Mother walk off the porch and get into her car and drive off.
Just then Nona’s phone rang. Nona closed the door, locked it this time and ran upstairs to her cell phone, still lying on the floor.
“Hello.” Nona plopped on her overstated queen size poster bed. She propped a pillow underneath her back, closed her eyes and allowed her legs to move gracefully above her head.
In a low voice she could hear Drake breathe, “Hey Babe. I missed you, so where are my pictures?”
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This is sooo good, I can't wait for the next episode.
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