Being with Doris alone in the house was pin dropping. Neither spoke to each other unless there was a need; nevertheless, Celeste was polite and helpful until her father’s girlfriend screwed up and brought strangers into their home late at night. She would stay in her room with the door locked to prevent anyone coming into her room. She could hear the crackle of Doris’s laughter an other’s over the loud music, and in the wee hours of the morning Celeste left her home for the woods, because the house was loaded with sleeping drunks and found peace, and quiet in the forest to sleep her day away to endure the evening events.
After catching ten frogs for tonight’s dinner, Celeste smiled knowing Doris hated her hunting and skinning the critter’s in front of her with skill, but the woman ate everything that Celeste cooked with gusto. The cowgirl knew Doris disliked eating frogs so she fried them up to make them look like fried chicken pieces and threw a few grasshoppers to the mix. She cut the legs and heads off the grasshoppers then chopped them up an added the small pieces of grasshoppers to the fried frog legs. In the end Celeste had to try them out and found they weren’t too bad to eat. She giggled at herself knowing if her father knew what she did, she would be in a heap of trouble. When she finished making dinner she left the plate full of fried pieces of food on the table for Doris to freely eat when she needed to. Doris went out with a few friends an arrived home at dusk hungry like a bear. She devoured the plate of food on the table, and when Celeste came out of her room the plate was empty.
Doris didn’t say a word to Celeste the next morning until the cowgirl was heading out to the woods for the day. “Where do you think your going young lady? This house needs cleaning an I’m not sticking around here today until later this evening.” Celeste stopped at the door ready to leave when she didn’t say a word to her father’s ugly girlfriend. “If ya want to eat, I reckon I have to go hunting, so you clean your own mess up and I will see you later today.” Doris didn’t like her reply, she immediately stood face to face with the tall twelve year old. “Your a barbaric, go to the store and buy your food.” Celeste turned around and gave Doris her attention. “I don’t drive woman, however you do, so why don’t ya go buy ya own food; besides ya don’t seem to mind eating what I place on the table.” And with that, the cowgirl walked out of the house with Doris screaming bloody murder at her. Celeste ran into the woods with speed and when she was a distance from her home she giggled with glee.
She heard the laughter in the woods from her unknown source and yelled out, “Yep I’m one bad ass Mamma Jamma!” The laughter coursed through the silent forest as the cowgirl headed to her hut deep in the woods to pass her time away.
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