La Flor’s eating the omelet LC prepared for her. LC is working on leftover pizza heated in the microwave. Lil Carlo is having a difficult time chewing his Pop Tart with his uppers and lowers sitting on a plate on the table. Me? I wish a cable network would pick up this reality show and add to my cash flow. Instead, a knock on the door. At this hour? Who could it be? The answer comes quickly, too quickly. Ready on to find out.
“Open up, it’s da police. I mean da cops? I means do use have donuts?”
I walked to the front door. I didn’t bother to ask for ID. I know who it is. It’s O’Leary. The donut eating, crappy coffee chuggy, portly Irish defective. Oops, I mean detective.
“Hey, O’Leary, what’s up?” I said.
Before O’Leary can step foot in the door. I heard LC’s voice from the breakfast bar, “How they hanging O’Leary?”
I hollered back, “LC, it’s a family blog! Knock it off?”
“Get a life, Ray,” said a protective La Flor.
Those two are deep into each other. I didn’t see it coming. It was the Francine Peony that fused their emotions and lit a five alarm fire.
O’Leary hollers to LC, “I’ll let use know after I has a jelly donuts. I’m going off my diet. Life’s too short not to enjoy da finer tings of life.”
A jelly donut is a finer thing of life? Go figure.
O’Leary and I walked to the kitchen, dining room area, which fused together in what used to be my cozy, just the right size open space home. I said, “What was so tough about the glazed donut diet?”
“Use don’t wants to know. But I will tells use anyhow.”
He’s right, I don’t want to know.
“Foist, use wouldn’t tink so, but the glaze on the glazed donuts increased my appeals to the opposite sex I was fighting them off wit both hands. At foist, I taught it was my poisonality (this is how O’Leary talks, no grammar police, por favor).”
“It wasn’t?” I said to move the conversation along. We reached the breakfast bar.
“I gots admit, I has a poisonality women that attracts women.”
Before O’Leary continued, he saw Lil Carlo, known to O’Leary as Dr. Funguli, “Good morning Doc. Use making a house call?”
Lil Carlo looks at O’Leary. He slipped his teeth in, and said, “It’s da flute season. I’m here to give flute shots. Use had yours?”
O’Leary said, “No tanks, I gots my flute shot wit a piccolo booster last month.”
Are they all nuts?
LC got off his bar stool went to the counter and brought over a tray of assorted donuts for O’Leary. LC said, “I gots use the finest donut buffet Joey can make.”
“O’Leary’s eyes glazed over, just like the donuts. Whatever his next thought was, it left him. He pulled two breakfast bar stools together and sat on them. Yes, he need two stools, one for each cheek. O’Leary took a strawberry powdered sugar donut in his right and a cream filled, powdered sugar donut in his left. He alternated bites.
Over at the table, Lil Carlo was playing with his gun. His teeth were back out.
La Flor quit eating her breakfast. A mild look of nausea on her face.
“What’s wrong, La Flor?” I whispered.
La Flor whispered back, “O’Leary is making me sick. Look at the strawberry jelly dripping out of his mouth. He rubbed his hair with the powdered sugar all over his hands, now he’s gray. We’ve got to do something.”
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You’re the blog writer,” said La Flor.
At that moment door crashed against the wall, my reinforced hinges snapped off. I heard a large ka thump on the floor. It could mean only one thing …
“Hey, Ray. It’s me, Big Carmen.
“Daddy!” shouted LC
“The second most handsome man on the planet,” exclaimed La Flor.
“Boss,” said Lil Carlo.
“Doc, you works for Big Carmen?” said O’Leary.
Lil Carlo said, “I’m da official company physician.. Today I’m giving physics. Use wants one?”
“No tanks, Dr. Funguli,” said O’Leary stuffing another filled donut into his mouth.
“I’ve come wit exciting news,” said Big Carmen.
I can hardly wait to hear it. What bank are they going to knock over? What warehouse are they going to hit?
Everyone but O’Leary who was busy eating looked at Big Carmen, “Tomorrow, not tonight, we is all heading to Sicily for a family reunion and extended vacation, while the heat blows over if use knows whats I mean.”
O’Leary’s ears perked up, “Use guys are so lucky. Dis hot spell is a killer. Makes sures use guys takes sunscreen.”
“I’ll sends use a postcard O’Leary from da boss of bosses,” said LC.
“Gives him my best, he must own a big pizza chain,” said O’Leary.
“Use could say dat,” said Big Carmen.
La Flor turned to LC, “Take me shopping my handsome stallion.”
The next day La Flor, LC, Big Carmen, Carmela, TT, and Lil Carlo all boarded a private jet and took off for Rome for a connection to Sicily. La Flor asked me to leave her alone for a few weeks – will do. A new and exciting story begins tomorrow.