a twenty-three-year-old recent college graduate, whom she’d fed numerous times in her own kitchen. If she didn’t laugh, she’d cry until she drowned in her tears.
“I’m going to call Aunt Rose,” Joy said as she jumped up and ran for the phone.
Rose had been Carmella’s best friend since they roomed together in college. The two women had both married the year after graduating college. Their kids were born around the same time. They celebrated holidays and vacationed together. But even with all that, Carmella still hadn’t called Rose to tell her that Nelson just up and walked out the door.
Rose made it to the house within fifteen minutes. The three women went into the kitchen. Carmella turned off the praise music and Joy and Rose helped her put icing on the cakes. “I need to get these to my neighbors. They have been so wonderful this past month and I want to show my appreciation.”
“Hon, why didn’t you call me? Why are you going through this alone?” Rose asked as she put the cream cheese frosting on one of the cakes. “And when did you have time to bake all of these cakes? There has to be at least twenty on the table.”
“I have nothing but time,” Carmella told her friend. “My husband no longer comes home and Dontae is still away at camp.” She pointed towards Joy with a butter cream filled knife. “Joy has been staying in an apartment with Nelson’s girlfriend down by the college.”
After saying that, Carmella put her knife down and then punched a hole in the cake she just frosted. “Can you believe such a thing? My husband has a girlfriend.”
Rose came around the table and pulled Carmella into a hug. As they pulled apart, Rose said, “Why don’t we just go kill him?”
“Hey, I may not like him very much, but he is still my father,” Joy said as she objected to where the conversation was going.
“You just put frosting on that cake and let me talk to Rose.” Carmella threw a warning look in her oldest child’s direction and then turned back to Rose. “Since Nelson is the father of my children, do you think we could just put him in the hospital?”
“Mom!”
“Hey, she wanted to kill him.” Carmella pointed at Rose.
Rose pointed towards the cakes, giggling so hard, she could barely get a word out. When she finally collected herself she said, “Remember that movie, The Help?” she asked and then doubled over with laughter.
“Yeah, I remember The Help. You and I went to see it together. I’m still mad about that outhouse mess.”
“Speaking of mess…” Rose said as she came up for air.
“Aunt Rose, I know you aren’t suggesting that my saint of a mother bake a cake full of poo for my dad?”
Carmella put her hand over her mouth and her eyes widened as she began to understand what her friend was trying to tell her. “Rose, you are crazy, girl.”
“What? You said you wanted to put him in the hospital. Don’t you think eating a dung filled cake would do it?”
“Girl, I have too much respect for cakes to treat one so harshly.”
“Well you’re the one who wanted to put him in the hospital,” Rose reminded her.
“By running him over or something like that, not by ruining one of my beautiful cakes.”
Joy stepped away from the prep table. “I’m going to my room.” As she walked out of the kitchen, she threw back, “And I hope I won’t be testifying against my mother any time soon.”
Carmella and Rose laughed, then Carmella got serious and said, “She’s right. The man is my husband. I’ve been married to him for twenty-five years. I shouldn’t be talking like this.”
“He asked you for a divorce, Carmella. It’s time to fight, girl. Do something,” Rose told her as she bounced around the kitchen as if she were getting ready for a boxing match.
“I don’t know how to fight,” Carmella confessed. “All I’ve ever done is be Nelson’s obedient pup, run his errands and take care of his house. I haven’t even put the degree I worked