Jackie<br/>Kitchen<br/>With Evelyn<br/><br/>Jackie smiled and downed the last of the wine and washed the glass and placed it in the drying tray. “I’s bet no m’atta what you’s play it will be wonderful.” She dried her hands and folded the towel, “Is da what you’s goin to school fo?” she asked. Just then a tune of Jace Everett started to play in her pocket. “Oh hold on a sec’, “ she pulled out her iphone and smiled. “Mammy, what’s you doin up so late?” she crossed her arm around her stomach and held the phone away from her ear as a very angry Cajun woman was hollering on the other end. “I t’ink I was sup’ose to call her when’s I got hera…” she told her roommate trying to hide a laugh. “oui, oui, Mammy, I’m sorry ok? I’s was busy, and tired when I’s got’s here and had to unpack.” Mammy was still loud but less so that she had to move the phone away from her ear. “I’s fine Mammy, I have to go, I’s talks to you’s lat’a. Adieu.” She pressed the end button and let out a big sigh and sagged against the counter. “You’s t’ink she was me Ma’ma.” Stick the phone back in her pocket she shook her head. “S’orry bout t’at, Mammy t’ends to be a bit dramatic.” She smiled and pushed off the counter. “Well I’ma gunna head upstairs, che’re. I’s need’s hot shower and some nic’ southern comfort.” She winked and moved to the stairs, will a smile. She waved to the other’s on the couch, “Night y’all…”<br/>