Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent my Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

-3-
Easter Dinner

Nothing really happen for the rest of he day. Despite going to a Catholic Private School, Aunt Flora and I decided to skip going to Easter Sunday Mass. After breakfast Aunt Flora went to get her morning shower and I cleaned the kitchen. The rest of the day was spent with Aut Flora napping and I reading. Dinner was of course the mutton joint that had been stewing away for a good seven and a half hours now.

Now, this was my first time every trying mutton and well, I found it dispointing, the meat was tough, it tasted greasy, and the sauce was lackluster. I expected that at any moment Chief Jordon Ramasy, a famous television chief who was now for his temper and calling everybody a 'Donkey' or a 'Clown' and for berating everybody's dish online would kick the front door down, come rushing into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen he would take one look at the mutton join, reach down with his bare hands, pick up a piece of meat, then lift it to his mouth and then he would tear a piece of it off with his bare teeth, like some kind of caveman and then after chewing it for five secounds he would then spit it out and in a mock, scotttish, british accent he would shout.

'It fucking raw' followed by 'were the fucking mint sauce' and then Aunt Flora, offended and in raged, Because you never insult a Southern woman's cookin would then bounce Chief Jordon Ramasy off his feet, his shoes would come flying off and his head would pop right through the ceiling of the kitchen.

And then when the Manchester Police finally arrived cause they would be debating taking on Aunt Flora. They would find that she would have already pulled him down and gone full on wrestle-maina mode on his, they would see this huge, well toned Scot-Irish-British man begging for mercy while pulled over Aunt Flora lap, she would have ripped off his pants, and his boxer shorts would be tangled up around his ankles and she would going to town on his bottom with a wooden spoon.

Now, you think the Machester Police would have taken her in? Hell no, when Aunt Flora told them that he insulted her cooking, the police would have just nodded their heads and left withou a world being said. After she blistered Chief Jordon Ramasy bottomshe would have made him sit in the corner of the kitchen with his hands upon his head and his face planted in the corner.

I think God stayed in Heaven and the Devil in Hell because of Aunt Flora.

“Emily.” Aunt Flora said as she looked up from her plate. “There one more gift for you. When you finish your dinner, I want you to go get your evening shower and then meet me in you bedroom.” She paused and then I saw a playful twinkle in her eye.

“I had coffee with Mrs. Clause last week, and over cake and coffee we talked, woman to woman. I told her that I was a bit dispointed that her husband, Mr. Clause had skipped over my niece, when he was making his yearly present run last Christmas.”

Aunt Flora paused, and reached down and picked up her napkin, she then used her napkin to clean away a little bit of brown gravy that had found it's way to the corner of her lip.

“Mrs. Clause of course was confused. Since she the one in charge of keeping taps on who has been naughty and who has been nice. She she she had no ide I had a niece. I told her I did, and after a brief period of silence between us, she said she'll correct that at once.” Aunt Flora paused again and this time she used her fork to scoop up a fork full of black-peas. This being the South we had Black-eye peas and warm cornbread with every meal.

I blinked. I was confused but decided to let Aunt Flora go on with her story.

“I told her that I understand misakes are bound to happen from time to time. But I also told her that despite all the hardships life has been throwing at her, heardships that would break a normal a normal person. Yes despite everything she been through she kept her head held high and that she a really good girl. Though She can a bit of a handful at times, she is in all honesty a joy to around. She gets a little too eager sometimes and can throw a little too much pepper on her words though.”

I nodded my head.

“Anyway, I told her that since my lovely niece had been clearly broken hearted because she'd waken up Christmas morning with not a present under the tree, not a thing in her stocking that something should be done. And Mrs. Clause agreed! She said she'll make sure her husband adds a few more things into sack this coming Christmas to make up for the short fall.” Aunt Flora then took a sip of her wine glass. Aunt Flora had gone all out and brought a small bottle of wine for herself to enjoy with this meal.

Of course she offered to pour me a small glass of wine, I figured she wanted me to included, I politely declined though. The only time I'd had wine was durning Communion and that stuff tasted like soured grape juice. Instead I'd settled on a well chilled bottle of chilld french sparkling water with a wedge of fresh lemon. The bubbles in the sparking water tickled my tongue and made me feel fancy!

“I told her that that was nice of her, but something should be done sooner than later. So we agreed that you'll be given something on Easter. Now, while you were bing watching anime, I got a text from Mrs. Clause saying your gifts have been delievered. Now, of course Mrs. Clause handles all paperwork, accounting, and shops for all the good little girls. Cause let me be real Mr. Clause would lost as a goose when it came to matching a little girl with her first doll. And well, I gotta warn you, since 'Emily Hannah Anderson' is new to her data base she had nothing to on. So some of her gifts might be hit or miss.”

I blinked.

“Anyway, Emily while don't you go ahead and get your evening shower and I'll start cleaning away the dishes. I'll even wash them for you, but remember you got school tomorrow so after your shower I want you to head straight to bed okay?”

“Yes ma'am.”

I said climbing down from my chair.

“And I mean that young lady!” Aunt Flora called out. “I know you've been sneaking in a little video game time, I've seen the glow of your handheld from under your blanket. I've also seen you watching adult swim when you should be in bed. I've held off saying anything till now, but my little birdies say you've been sleeping in class when you should taking notes.”

I blushed. Of course leave it up to Aunt Flora to say something like that on a day last day of Easter break.

“You've gotten into the habit of keeping odd hours, of staying up at all hours of the night playing your video games about farming or trying to catch mystic beast that say their name over and over again. And that what your suppose to do on your Easter Holiday. But, tomorrow school takes in. And So I want you to get back into the habit of going to bed at a reasonable hour.”

“Yes ma'am.” I said blushing.

“Good.” Aunt Flora kissed me on top of my forehead. “Because remember, if I got a text from you saying that you missed the bus because you slept through your alarm because you were burning the late night oil watching anime or playing video games. I'm going to ground you. Now off to the shower with you.”

And that was that.

End of Chapter.