Soap

The Words:

Fuck you, Stupid, Shit, Ass hole, Damn, What the heck, Dumb ass, Idiot, Bastard, Bitch, Pervert

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My grandmother was a catholic. She was one of those who never realized that her bastard son was The Jose. To her, he was the only child that kept her in a nice, frilly room in a large home filled with children who could speak the language and a lovely Mexican wife.

She was standing outside in the hallway one day, holding my young hand. She stood up erect, her hair and pearls gleaming in the light. She was listening.

"What the heck. That damn bitch never came back Jose! The last time I saw her, she was pole dancing for that pervert Carlos. Then, as planned, I left at midnight and waited stupidly for an HOUR. An HOUR Jose. Smoking a shitty cigar. And she never came."

By this time, my grandmother had sealed my ears. But I nudged my head a little and I could still hear.

"And you're telling me who the idiot is?" My father had a voice that made you tremble sometimes.

"Fine! FINE. I was a dumb ass for waiting that long..."

"Asshole. Don't boost your ego in front of me. You lost her, you lost business. You messed the deal up. You're not getting a penny. Is that understood?"

My grandmother gasped. She told me to wait there and went to the hallway bathroom. She came back carrying something just as the other man said,

"Fuck you, Jose."

And before anything else could happen, the door was flung open and my grandmother stood before two grown men in high-class suits.

"Mama what do yo--"

"Jose Antonio Domingo! Go wash your FILTHY mouth!"

She threw the soap at him, turned, grabbed my hand and rushed off down the hallway. I peeked back and learned from the startled faces watching us go that my grandmother would be more powerful than The Jose could ever imagine being.