the day big mammy bit the big one

Oh no, what was Li'l Jamalyn going to do!

She had slept late due to an overindulgence in whiskey the previous night - having had a long cry at her terrible fate and slim opportunities. She got a good rage on as she drank and wrote several excellent threatening letters to those of her enemies she was getting ready to seek her revenge on. She was actually quite proud of those tirades - every part of speech was in perfect place, all insults brilliantly framed and her violence quite evident through her conjugations and castigation!

Jamalyn looked over at the Jack Daniels bottle and was shocked to find it almost empty! She had drunk the whole thing!

Big Mammy had been unusually restless during the first part of the night, moaning and mumbling. She had gone in to check on her and gave her a swig of whiskey with her evening pills, "just to help you relax a bit, Mammy," she had said. After a few more minutes, Big Mammy was snoring as usual and Jamalyn got to the dirty work of her verbal vengeance.

Big Mammy was not moving. She was no longer making any kind of gurgle, snore or snuffle. A huge pile of poo was leaking out of her diaper. She was clearly gone from this world of pain and sorrow.

"Goddammit Mammy!" Jamalyn cried out. "How could you leave me like this? What am I going to do?" She threw herself atop her cold, dead mother and wept - not in grief, but with the rage of a small child given to tantrums when she did not get her way.

She took the name of the Lord in vain again and again, as she got up to pace around the small, filthy apartment. She had to clear her head. Luckily, one of her cherished Starbucks Mocha Latte's was in the fridge untouched. Jamalyn unscrewed the top and took a long drink. She forced herself to calm and realized the next thing to do was get herself looking presentable, so a shower was in order. The water was hot this morning, and she washed the stink of whiskey, sweat and Mammy's death off of her, scrubbing hard, trying to calm down. As she watched the water drain down the hole in the ancient tub, a steely resolve came over her. She knew what she would have to do.

Toweling off, she then bound up her hair in an efficient bun, and went to find her old work clothes. If her plan were to work, she would have to be very fast and very smart. She needed to buy some time. Her first task was to go down to the market and buy some ice.