She was sorely disappointed. And extremely agitated. Only two of Jerome's co-workers came-- and two very uninvited crashers.
"Derick, I told you to never darken my doorstep again!"
"Oh yeah Jerome? I've taken a lesson or two since the last time we met. How 'bout I punch you in the nose?"
And what was Lorraine doing crashing the party? She was the one who put Derick up to it.
"That's right Derick! You give him what-for!"
"Oh no, my Boo! Stop it Jerome, you're hurting my Boo!"
"Oh no, you're hurting my Boo!" Michele mocked.
Watch the fight? No need for Michele to do that. She knew what her man could do. She also knew that Lorraine was an idiot for inciting this.
In fact it was Lorraine and not Derick who was the cause of all the strife in her marriage.
"You know what, Lorraine? You've had this ass-kicking coming ever since I was pregnant with Jerchele. I hope you like the taste of my fist!"
And so Jerome passed into adulthood, the candles on his birthday cake unblown. But that is not to say that Jerome's wish wasn't granted.
"And then Mommy went BLASTO and Lorraine said 'My nose! my nose!' And then Mommy was like KIELBASA in the CABOOSIE. . ."
"Jerc, honey do you think that was cool?"
"Mom is way cool!"
"Yeah, Jerchele. Mom is way cool! Did you see how she when she KUNGFOOED Lorraine right in the COCONUT. . . ."
I have a feeling Jerchele is going to be getting a lot of these talks at this rate...
ReplyDeleteHello! Now I feel bad having taken a loooong break from this story. They made me mad. And now I can't write at all while the house gets some long overdue repairs. My house, not the Sim house.
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