Love from the Drumming Neanderthal: Chapter 3
The woman gives me one glance over. A long glance over. She starts at my feet, trails her way up my scrawny legs and torso. She notices my muscular arms, unavailable breats (they're coming someday, I just know it) and my dry, long black hair. Through her diamond tipped glasses and muave lipstick, i see a mischivious grin, that glitters off her white teeth.
"You must be the Sasha, am I right?" It's a deep accent, but I can't quite put my finger on where it's from.
"Yes." I mumble.
"Very cute pajamas. Where is the father, I would speak with him."
I blush, realizing that I am wearing nothing but sweat pants and a tanktop.
"He's..."
"Who are you?" Comes a bright voice from behind. I spin to see Timothy looking very suspicious. He has one eyebrow up and the other (pierced with a silver ring) wrinkled in disgust.
"I am Lila Deleenta." The woman holds out her arm as if to shake Timothy's hand. "May I inquire your name?"
Timothy is not amused. He looks angirly at the woman, examining her maroon nail polish and extent of glittering bracelets.
"I'm Timothy." He says.
"Good, glad to meet you Timothy, is the David home?"
"He's at work right now."
"Oh, well then, I'll be staying here until he comes home." The tall woman closes the front door behind her and pushes her way into the front hall. She removes her long fox fur jacket and tosses it onto the banister. She is a skinny little thing with deep bronze, chocolate skin.
"Sasha dear, let us recline hmmm." She grips my arm, steering me toward the living room couch. "What a delightful home," she continues, "Did not David design it?"
"No, I did." To the woman's disappointment, Timothy has followed us into the room.
"Excuse me sir," she grins. "But I believe I was talking with Sasha."
"Sasha has no desire to talk with you."
"Timothy dear, please leave us until David comes home. You are not being a very good business assistant for him, hmmm?"
"Business assistant?! Miss, I don't think you understand."
"I heard you are his partner. What is difference between partner and bussiness assistant?"
"I am his husband."
There is a pause in which the two exchange angry glances. Lila flops down on the couch, ignores Timothy and begins having a conversation with me.
"So, Sasha, tell me about you."
"Ummm." I look to Timothy who shrugs and stomps toward the kitchen.
"Sasha?"
"Oh, well," I sit down as well. "I like music."
"Mmm?" She helps herself to some of the marshmellows I was eating.
"I play the drums. I'm sorry, but I still don't quite know who you are." She smiles, this time showing all of her teeth. They're slightly crooked with a gap between her two top front ones. It gives her even more of a sex appeal.
"Call me Lila. What drums you play?"
Before long me and Lila are in a long discussion about music. Turns out, this woman is quite the musician herself. She talks for awhile about her love for cello and how she used to play in the orchestra.
"I vwas never very good, but I still enjoyed it. Eventually, I move to America when I was seventeen. They taught me how to play good. My highschool concerts were amazing. I was second chair. You must hear me play sometime."
"I play in the orchestra too! I'm the best percussionist, but I like playing jazz better, it's my favorite. I was hoping I could form a band."
"You like classical? I play classiscal. Even now when I no longer in school."
"Really, what do you play?"
As Lila begins to answer, someone interrupts her.
"Lila? What are you doing here?" Lila rises gracefully to her feet and squeels,
"David?! Is that you? I miss you so!" She dashes around the couch and flings herself into my father's arms. I notice Timothy in the background looking very grim.
"Dad, do you know this woman?" I ask.
"Sasha," he smiles, "This, well ummm," He prys Lila off of his neck, "This is your mother."
"What?!" I gasp. Lila smiles and nods, my father gives an embarrased grin and Timothy snorts.
"You said I was adopted. You told me you picked me up in Iran. You said I was at an orphanage!"
"Now Sasha, don't get upset."
"Why shouldn't she get upset?" Timothy yells. "Hell, I'm upset. This woman thinks she can come back after sixteen years and expect you to forgive her. She left you David, don't you remeber?"
"What?! I leave no one. David was seeing you on side Mr. Timothy. What I supposed to do, allow my husband sleep with men!" Lila pushes herself into Timothy's face. They size each other up, which is quite amusing, since Lila is atleast five inches taller.
"Sit down you two." My father screams. Lila and Timothy quickly turn from one another and plop on opposite sides of me on the couch.
"Now, we are all civilized adults and should be able to discuss this in a calm matter." Lila jabs her tongue out at Timothy, but then quickly retracts it before Dad notices.
"Sasha," Dad begins. "When I was your age, I dropped out of highschool."
"Yeah, I know." I say, "Then, you went to technical school and met Timothy."
"That's right. We were both in the same cooking class."
"You both wanted to become chefs and run a resturant. It was love at first sight."
"Later, we opened a restuarant, here in New York, and made quite a fortune for ourselves."
"You decided to use the money to adopt a child, so you traveled to Iran to pick me up."
"You told her that?" Lila interrupts.
"Lila, let me explain." My father continues. "What I didn't tell you was that I dropped out of college to marry Lila. We had met at camp three summers ago. We were close friends and she had asked me to elope."
"It vwas so romantic. He was studiying to be a gormet Chef, and I vwas making millions from the design industry. vWe decided to move to New York and make home for ourselves."
"Lila didn't know I was seeing Timothy. We had met at chef school, like I said before."
"I vwas pregnant when I found out. He and Timothy were kissing in the park one night. I ignored it. I wasn't going to let this get in way of my child's life. He still loved me, I thought. Once I give birth to you, I leave next month."
We sit for a moment, looking from face to face. Timothy is glancing angirly between my father and Lila, not able to talk. My dad looks nervous, and Lila looks the calmest of the group.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I quietly ask my father.
"Reasons." He says. From his tone I can tell he doesn't want to pursue the subject.
"Sasha must come to London with me." Lila interrupts.
"What?!" I yelp.
"I miss you." She smiles.
"That's what I was thinking." Dad says.
"You're kidding me!" Timothy finally talks. "You're going to let Sasha live with this woman?"
"I think it is the best for Sasha. That is, if she wants to."
Lila and Timothy both stare at me. What if I go to London. I could forget about Jeff, and my humiliation at the softball practice. I could make some real friends. I remeber my aquantence with some of the girls on the team. How they made fun of me. I look at Lila. She's so kind, and she shares my interest in music.
"I'll go." I say. Timothy stands.
"I can't believe you Sasha. You hardly know this woman!'
"She has made up mind. We go back on return flight home in one week." Lila is now smilling so much, all of her white crooked teeth are showing. My father winks at me.
"It will be good for you Sasha. Hey, why don't I make some tea?"
"You must be the Sasha, am I right?" It's a deep accent, but I can't quite put my finger on where it's from.
"Yes." I mumble.
"Very cute pajamas. Where is the father, I would speak with him."
I blush, realizing that I am wearing nothing but sweat pants and a tanktop.
"He's..."
"Who are you?" Comes a bright voice from behind. I spin to see Timothy looking very suspicious. He has one eyebrow up and the other (pierced with a silver ring) wrinkled in disgust.
"I am Lila Deleenta." The woman holds out her arm as if to shake Timothy's hand. "May I inquire your name?"
Timothy is not amused. He looks angirly at the woman, examining her maroon nail polish and extent of glittering bracelets.
"I'm Timothy." He says.
"Good, glad to meet you Timothy, is the David home?"
"He's at work right now."
"Oh, well then, I'll be staying here until he comes home." The tall woman closes the front door behind her and pushes her way into the front hall. She removes her long fox fur jacket and tosses it onto the banister. She is a skinny little thing with deep bronze, chocolate skin.
"Sasha dear, let us recline hmmm." She grips my arm, steering me toward the living room couch. "What a delightful home," she continues, "Did not David design it?"
"No, I did." To the woman's disappointment, Timothy has followed us into the room.
"Excuse me sir," she grins. "But I believe I was talking with Sasha."
"Sasha has no desire to talk with you."
"Timothy dear, please leave us until David comes home. You are not being a very good business assistant for him, hmmm?"
"Business assistant?! Miss, I don't think you understand."
"I heard you are his partner. What is difference between partner and bussiness assistant?"
"I am his husband."
There is a pause in which the two exchange angry glances. Lila flops down on the couch, ignores Timothy and begins having a conversation with me.
"So, Sasha, tell me about you."
"Ummm." I look to Timothy who shrugs and stomps toward the kitchen.
"Sasha?"
"Oh, well," I sit down as well. "I like music."
"Mmm?" She helps herself to some of the marshmellows I was eating.
"I play the drums. I'm sorry, but I still don't quite know who you are." She smiles, this time showing all of her teeth. They're slightly crooked with a gap between her two top front ones. It gives her even more of a sex appeal.
"Call me Lila. What drums you play?"
Before long me and Lila are in a long discussion about music. Turns out, this woman is quite the musician herself. She talks for awhile about her love for cello and how she used to play in the orchestra.
"I vwas never very good, but I still enjoyed it. Eventually, I move to America when I was seventeen. They taught me how to play good. My highschool concerts were amazing. I was second chair. You must hear me play sometime."
"I play in the orchestra too! I'm the best percussionist, but I like playing jazz better, it's my favorite. I was hoping I could form a band."
"You like classical? I play classiscal. Even now when I no longer in school."
"Really, what do you play?"
As Lila begins to answer, someone interrupts her.
"Lila? What are you doing here?" Lila rises gracefully to her feet and squeels,
"David?! Is that you? I miss you so!" She dashes around the couch and flings herself into my father's arms. I notice Timothy in the background looking very grim.
"Dad, do you know this woman?" I ask.
"Sasha," he smiles, "This, well ummm," He prys Lila off of his neck, "This is your mother."
"What?!" I gasp. Lila smiles and nods, my father gives an embarrased grin and Timothy snorts.
"You said I was adopted. You told me you picked me up in Iran. You said I was at an orphanage!"
"Now Sasha, don't get upset."
"Why shouldn't she get upset?" Timothy yells. "Hell, I'm upset. This woman thinks she can come back after sixteen years and expect you to forgive her. She left you David, don't you remeber?"
"What?! I leave no one. David was seeing you on side Mr. Timothy. What I supposed to do, allow my husband sleep with men!" Lila pushes herself into Timothy's face. They size each other up, which is quite amusing, since Lila is atleast five inches taller.
"Sit down you two." My father screams. Lila and Timothy quickly turn from one another and plop on opposite sides of me on the couch.
"Now, we are all civilized adults and should be able to discuss this in a calm matter." Lila jabs her tongue out at Timothy, but then quickly retracts it before Dad notices.
"Sasha," Dad begins. "When I was your age, I dropped out of highschool."
"Yeah, I know." I say, "Then, you went to technical school and met Timothy."
"That's right. We were both in the same cooking class."
"You both wanted to become chefs and run a resturant. It was love at first sight."
"Later, we opened a restuarant, here in New York, and made quite a fortune for ourselves."
"You decided to use the money to adopt a child, so you traveled to Iran to pick me up."
"You told her that?" Lila interrupts.
"Lila, let me explain." My father continues. "What I didn't tell you was that I dropped out of college to marry Lila. We had met at camp three summers ago. We were close friends and she had asked me to elope."
"It vwas so romantic. He was studiying to be a gormet Chef, and I vwas making millions from the design industry. vWe decided to move to New York and make home for ourselves."
"Lila didn't know I was seeing Timothy. We had met at chef school, like I said before."
"I vwas pregnant when I found out. He and Timothy were kissing in the park one night. I ignored it. I wasn't going to let this get in way of my child's life. He still loved me, I thought. Once I give birth to you, I leave next month."
We sit for a moment, looking from face to face. Timothy is glancing angirly between my father and Lila, not able to talk. My dad looks nervous, and Lila looks the calmest of the group.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I quietly ask my father.
"Reasons." He says. From his tone I can tell he doesn't want to pursue the subject.
"Sasha must come to London with me." Lila interrupts.
"What?!" I yelp.
"I miss you." She smiles.
"That's what I was thinking." Dad says.
"You're kidding me!" Timothy finally talks. "You're going to let Sasha live with this woman?"
"I think it is the best for Sasha. That is, if she wants to."
Lila and Timothy both stare at me. What if I go to London. I could forget about Jeff, and my humiliation at the softball practice. I could make some real friends. I remeber my aquantence with some of the girls on the team. How they made fun of me. I look at Lila. She's so kind, and she shares my interest in music.
"I'll go." I say. Timothy stands.
"I can't believe you Sasha. You hardly know this woman!'
"She has made up mind. We go back on return flight home in one week." Lila is now smilling so much, all of her white crooked teeth are showing. My father winks at me.
"It will be good for you Sasha. Hey, why don't I make some tea?"