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Part 2.

Come on in, the phone is on the wall there. I’ll go and change. You’re on the Massey farm. Do you want a bite to eat with your coffee?

Yeah, thanks. Genecia looked around, the house was modern with a welcoming feel about it. It just seemed in total contrast to the person living in it.

He came through with coffee followed by chicken casserole.

I’m really sorry,I’m John, by the way, forgot my manners, I don’t usually see people for weeks on end up here.

Okay, I’m Genecia.

Okay, Genecia, you tuck in, do you want a glass of wine to wash the chicken down.

Yeah, that would be great. Genecia wondered if she was getting fattened up for the kill. What do you do here, John, I don’t see any animals around?

No, the animals were sold off when my gran died, I came back to sell the place.

Right, so you don’t live here.

No, I stay in New York.

That must be great.

It was, I mean, it is. I own a restaurant out there, but I’ve been here for months now.

Can you not sell the place, is that it?

No, I sort of fell in love with the place again. It’s hard to explain.

So, who runs the restaurant in New York.

Ellie runs it.

Is she your girlfriend?

No, Ellie’s not into men.

I don’t understand.

She’s into women.

God, you white folks are queer.

Ellie’s Black.

What, I don’t believe you, how can she be. Does she know you walk about in a Gestapo uniform, I mean, SS uniform?

She knows I have a passion for military regalia. Though she does rib me about it. But today was the first time I’ve ever worn it outside. You would be a friend for life if you told Ellie about our meeting today.

So, if you’re not in New York now, and you want to stay on the farm, what are you going to do.

I bought a restaurant in town.

Is that the one that’s not open due to unforeseen circumstances.

Yeah, that’s the one, did you visit it.

That’s the reason I ended up here. Genecia, explained what had happened. What are the unforeseen circumstances?

Blueberry pie. It doesn’t taste the way gran made it, and I wanted that to be my theme dish.

Let me see how you’re making it.

They both went into the kitchen and John started mixing the ingredients.

Okay, you keep mixing, I need to pop outside for a minute. Genecia, looked around till she found what she was looking for. When she got back, she ordered John out of the kitchen. She began to add the extra ingredients. Okay, the pie is ready to go into the oven. Now we wait.

Fifty minutes later, the pie was ready.

He cut into it like he was performing an operation, gently blowing before finally tasting it. That’s it, that’s grans pie, I knew I wasn’t going nuts. What did you put in it?

We’ll have to negotiate terms before I tell you.

What do you mean, terms?

I mean, what is my position in this new restaurant. Am I head of baking, will I have a title?

My God, you are something else. This is tantamount to blackmail.

Is that a yes.

I suppose so. What’s the ingredient.

All in good time. Let’s have a toast to our new restaurant.

You mean my restaurant that you’re starting work in.

Yes, that one.

He poured two glasses of Jack Daniel's and they toasted the restaurant.

They talked for a while about recipes and life and how the restaurant should serve the community. John went off to make more coffee, returning to find Genecia, fast asleep. Well, John boy, you can still send them to sleep.

He found a cover and placed it over her. It was then he realised how beautiful she was when she wasn’t angry.

Genecia, was in a deep sleep now, back as a little girl talking to  Mama. Mama, who am I going to marry when I grow up. 

Mama checked the tea leaves and explained to Genecia, how they worked. Well, Genecia, he’s going to be tall dark and handsome, then she paused.

What’s wrong, Mama.

He’s white.

Aw, Mama, you’ve been drinking the moonshine, tall dark and white don’t make sense.

Genecia, the leaves never lie.

Genecia, woke up screaming. I’m not marrying you, I’m not.

You’re not marrying who, are you, alright.

Yes, no. This is so crazy, mad even.

Are we talking about the man you’re marrying?

It’s you.

What’s me.

It was the uniform, don’t you see.

No, I haven’t got a clue.

Mama got confused by the black uniform.

I still don’t get it.

Mama told me when I was younger I would marry a tall dark stranger who was white. I thought she was drinking the moonshine.

Does Mama read the tea leaves?

She’s dead now, but yes.

Oh boy, Oh boy, you’re right it’s sheer madness. John walked out of the house, then walked back in. You’re pint size, the wild one.

Who you talking about.

I’m talking about you.

Did you just call me pint size, cos if I think you did, I’m going to whip your ass.

I didn’t call you that, gran told me about you a long time ago, it’s just come back to me, so blame her.

Is that her buried out there.

Yeah.

I’m going out to have a word with her.

You’re going out to talk to a grave.

Damn right I am, nobody calls me pint size.

What the hell are you going to say to a grave?

You’ll be surprised at what I can say.

Think I preferred you when you were sleeping.

Genecia, went outside, walking up to the grave of John’s grandmother. She knelt down beside it and began to speak. I don’t know how you and Mama did it, and I don’t care. But from this day on, I will never be going home. The Massey farm is going to come back to life, the restaurant will be a great success. In time, they’ll be little Massey's running around. I’ve been angry all my life, Granny Massey, but today has changed all that, destiny has brought us together, purpose has come back into my life. I’m going to make your grandson the happiest man on earth. But before this, all happens, and I think you’ll agree, Granny Massey. I need to dig a hole and bury a uniform.
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