This little taste of Sarah is going to be just that - little. This piece is short and the next piece is short - both of them are very distinct and it doesn't make sense to run them together at this time. So read this one knowing that as things happen in this part of the story, Jake is having a meeting of the Sons of Nevada that is NOT going well.
From last time ...
"Don't say nuthin'. Just get your butt in the shower. When you get done, we can go over to the diner and get some supper. Donnie's got fried chicken on for special tonight. That shit's good. Ain't nobody does fried chicken like Donnie does. And he'll have homemade biscuits and corn on the cob and mashed 'taters. Damn woman. Hurry up!!"
"Okay, Ma. Okay."
And now ...
Ma's fork clattered down on her empty plate.
"Damn that was good. Donnie sure does a good chicken, don't he? And that pie? I'll bet you never had nuthin' like that before!"
"No, you're right, Ma. That was the best apple pie I've ever had. And that cinnamon ice cream on top just was perfect, that's all. Perfect."
"Yeah, the Donnie's a good one alright. Learned to cook at some high class hotel down in Mexico City. What I don't understand is why he never learned to cook Mexican."
"Why would he?"
"The fucker's Mexican, ain't he?"
"Yeah, he is. I'll bet you never knew there were blonde haired, blue eyed Mexicans did ya?"
"No, Ma, I don't guess I ever did."
"Yeah, he's got hisself a long-ass, high falutin' name, too. Don Diego de Mendoza del Guadalupe. That's why I call him Donnie. If I had to say all that shit all the time, I'd hafta shoot him. I think that's why Maria just calls herself Maria Mendoza. She knows that high falutin' shit just pisses me off."
"Why would ..."
"Maria?? She's Donnie's daughter. I'm sorry .. I guess I'm just used to dealin' with people that know all this shit. Donnie is a 'criollo', that's Spanish blood but born in Mexico, and Donnie married a dark-skinned 'Indio' named Juanita who gave birth to our 'mestizo' friends Juan and Maria. Got all that?"
"Yeah, I think so. So, where's Juanita?"
"Juanita was takin' some food across the road to Juan, right after he went blind from that bad Tequila, and she got nailed by a semi running through at 70 miles an hour. Poor woman never knew what hit her."
"Ouch. Poor Donnie, losing his wife like that."
"Oh, Donnie took that in his stride, don't you worry. Those two hated each other. All they ever did was fight. Donnie doesn't know how to keep his dick in his pants. He is one horny bastard. I think the only reason he isn't chasin' after Maria is he knows I'll kill him if he does. He swears Maria isn't his, but I think he'd try even if he knew for sure that she was. It don't make me no mind nohow - she's his daughter, goddammit, and he's gonna respect that or he's gonna be wearin' a new hole in his fuckin' head."
"Damn, Ma. Take it easy."
"I'm sorry. I guess I get carried away, sometimes. Just makes me mad, is all. Donnie may be a real good cook, but it has nothing to do with the kind of man he is. Don't trust him, ya hear? Not at all."
"Okay, Ma, okay. No problem. Look, I'd better get to bed. I gotta be down at Jake's pretty early."
"Gimme the keys I gave you. He's gotta paint that Jeep tonight. I'll leave 'em up front, under the counter. You can get 'em in the morning."
"Okay, Ma. Good night."