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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 3:14 pm
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Abraxas knew that his brother and father would have gone out for the day after he left, but his mother was the one he was most concerned about.
"Come on," he said to his new friend with a smile, "I'll introduce you to my mother."
He led the girl into the front door of the cottage. The interior was just as quaint, and cozy. The smell of banana bread engulfed the little place, and was made all the more pleasant by the warmth of the fire burning in the front room.
"Ma!" he called, "Where are you?"
Dishes could be heard hitting the ground in the kitchen as Bananas bounded out, eyes as big as a deer's standing in the headlights.
"Ohhh!! Ohhh my! My little Abe!" Bananas rushed forward and wrapped her arms around the pink demon, who protested greatly.
"Hey! Mom! Come on, it's only been an hour!"
Abraxas struggled out of his mother's grasp and found his way back to the girl.
"Ahem...meet my mother, Bananas."
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 6:05 pm
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Bananas stared at the girl for a moment. A thought crossed her head that this girl could be the future mother of some grandchildren (as it always did when her boys brought young ladies home) and she smiled wide.
"So nice to meet you, as well, dear!"
Abraxas saw his mother's gears turning and quickly jumped in, "Ma, this is Victoria. I just met her out in the woods. She's a demon, like me!"
Banana's face suddenly dropped and she backed up a bit, but her son went forward and touched her shoulder, "I brought her here to meet you. She's very nice! I wanted you to see that they're not all bad out there."
Banana studied the girl a moment longer before letting out a soft sigh, "Well, it's good to know you all do have some good in you. Come on in dear and have some banana bread."
Bananas walked to the left, into the kitchen. Abraxas smiled at Victoria and motioned for her to follow him there as well, where he pulled out a chair for her at their little kitchen table.
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