Mama don’t play and he knew it. My little brother Casa came running into the room rubbing his eyes and heaving, mama had just put a switch to his little butt. Mama had switches all over the house and always at the ready for smart mouthed, rough little boys. Casa had just put a run in mama’s last good pair of stockings and she was already running late for church.
My little brother from the time he was born loved women. Whenever daddy picked him up to calm down his fussing, Casa would stop for a minute until he realized the person that held him up didn’t have any breast for him to rub on and the screaming would start again. Daddy said it was a cry of disappointment. Whenever mama’s sisters would come over Casa’s eyes would alway light up at all the soft orbs he had to fondle and from one sister to the next he would go. Daddy said that boy would be the next Casanova and the nickname stuck.
Mama never missed church nor was she ever late. She would be up on Sunday morning with the stereo blaring her gospel music and bacon in the pan. She had us up as well, all except daddy who didn’t care for church at all. He said, “preachers were pimps and Jesus was weak”. “How is Jesus gonna save me when he couldn’t even save himself?”, daddy would say. Mama put up with this only because she knew what side her bread was buttered and she also loved daddy more than any church or Jesus. Daddy was a good provider and always took care of home first and be damned the rest. The two had met about a year after I was born and they have never spent one night apart. He had always accepted me as his very own and that was the big and little of that issue. I felt the same as him; the only father I had ever known and would ever acknowledge. And mama knew daddy was their to pay the bills when Jesus didn’t bother.
This morning mama was running late and she was flying around the house trying to get us and herself ready to leave for church. Casa being Casa always waited for mama to put on her stockings because he liked to rub the backs of her calves with the tight nylon stretched across them. Little boys hands can be rough and Casa’s hands were. When he rubbed mama’s stockings the nylon tore and it started to run. When mama saw this she hit the roof and grabbed one of her ever present switches and gave Casa two fast chops across his backside. Casa came running into the room with mama right behind him, Robert Jr. mama said, you know I don’t like doing that. Mama, you love doing that, you got switches all over the house I said in my head. Mama continue–I’m sorry sweetie, but that was my last pair of stocking and I’m late as it is–mama sorry baby. Casa grinned that big grin and she was once again wrapped around his little finger. Now mama had to make a choice, go to church bare legged or wear the stockings with the run in them. Bare legged was out so the damaged stocking would be going to church with us today. By now daddy had came in to see what was going on, he saw the run in mama’s stockings and whispered something in her ear and they both almost collapsed in each other arms laughing. Mama looked back at us two and said we could stay home today, we looked each other and started for the door. She stopped us and said, “y’all better change your clothes before you run outta here”, gladly we did and in the wind we were.
To be continued