My day with Cleo
I told Cleo that I would publish this story, I don't think she believed me.... I went to visit my cousin Cleo and her husband Richard tonight, and my reward was that they tried to kill me. Don't get me wrong now, it was my own fault. I must say though that I was treated like a queen. Welcomed like a long lost friend, the proverbial prodigal son, if you will. My first mistake was in telling Cleo that I was fond of pepper, O M G! Mistake, BIG mistake. We in the Caribbean might think we have an inkling of what hot is, but I have to take my hat off to Guam. I had no clue. I never knew that pepper could be so hot. Wasabi? More like Wahoobi!
My greatest (and BEST) surprise of the evening though, was when Cleo took up the mike and began to sing. I cannot begin to describe the admiration, and yes, pride that I felt. I used to think that I could carry a tune... I was remiss. Cleo, honey, it is an injustice that you are not on a stage somewhere.
And the Mojito...absolute bliss. I have never tasted anything quite as sublime. Ecstasy in a glass. Richard, I shall forever worship at your altar!
All in all it was a wonderful evening, one that shall live on in my memory till the end of my days. Unfortunate that it took this long.
1 comment:
That was precious... thank you. Rose, it has been a long time and I too am at awe and I am glad we have been blessed with the wonderful opportunity of getting to know one another all over again, only this time as adults, and I must say I pity those that never gave you a chance, I honestly feel sorry for them as you are truly a special person. You are a pillar of strength and I truly admire your individuality, charisma, and your persona! Don't ever change, it's the world around you that has much to learn and lucky are those that know you.
May the Good Lord bless you, always!!!
Your Cousin,
Cleo
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