Zikulman trotted down the stairs and Mads waited until she heard the slam of the iron doors before she proceeded up the stairs.
As she approached her apartment, she realized that her door was slightly opened. Fearing the worst after a string of burglaries in the past few months and being the proud parent of a completely useless dog, Mads dug into her bag for the illegal pepper spay she had bought on Ebay
Being a big fan of any detective/cops reality show, Mads assumed the position of spray out, safety clip released...And gave the front door a kick.
The entrance was normal...
Mads was about to step into her home when Simona crossed her path.
Simona was an old friend of hers meaning she had known her before moving to Italy. They had met during Mads undergraduate studies and shared a room in a co-op that should have been closed down years before.
Simona was an incredibly interesting person, but borderline annoying/insane. She was a modern hippie which meant that reality was not of particular importance to her.
Don't get me wrong, Mads is all for liberal thinking. She graduated from UC Berkeley and went at least 2 years without shaving her legs. But then she needed to get a job and pay the bills. Call her a sell-out, but if shaving her legs, washing her hair and putting on a suit meant that she no longer had a voice, then so be it.
Anyways, Simona comes from money. Ironically her family is in the oil business and while she refuses to accept a job from them, she has no problem accepting a monthly allowance. She justifies it by using the money to lead a cleansed life filled with organic food, herbs vs pharmaceuticals and regular retreats. Her home is also very green and earthy. It embodies the natural elements of the world in a very stylish and contemporary way.
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While loosing herself in the aura that is Simona's home, Mads was suddenly reminded of the situation at hand.
"Simona, what are you doing here?"
Simona smiled, cocked her head to the side and reached out to give Mads an Italian double kiss. Mads noticed the underarm hair peeking out of Simona's blouse and in an effort to avoid physical contact, took a quick step back and barked,
"Wait! Why was my door open?!?"
"Madonna!, I had to leave it opens. Ferre was a lot of negativity that need escaping. I needed to relax myself. Particularly in my condition"
Mads look of annoyance prompted additional comments from Simona
"I'm being so proud of you!"
"Yes, We Can! Yes, We Can!"
"Uhhhh...Are you referring to Obama?"
"Yes, I Am! Yes, I Am!"
"Okay...Okay...I get it. But what does that have to do with me?"
"Because you and your peoples will electing him and he will make America the better!"
"Me and my people?!?!"
"Yes! Barak peoples! You should all standing together! Just like wif da Martin Luther King!"
"Barak people?....Oh...Ok....I get it. You mean BLACK People. It's B-L-A-C-K. They are two different words, cara mia."
Simona looked up pondering the mistake and mouthed out the spelling while using her index finger to write the two words in the air above her*
Mads, whose patience had completely run out not only with Simona but with the European OBSESSION with Obama, sharply cut into Simona's not so intellectual moment
"So, listen. Can you tell me exactly why you are here, minus the political commentary?
"Yes, I can"
Mads at this point wanting to assassinate Obama herself, let out a sigh of annoyance that obviously got Simona's attention.
"Okay, Bellissima amica mia, you know when you have sending me a Christmas card and you have been wrote that if I ever needed you I could always be counting on your friendship?"
"No, not really"
"Well, that's why I brought it just in case you had been forgetting. See? It's here! Guarda!"
Damn! Mads had stupidly written those words 3 years before.
"Well, now I am needing your help. And I am not BLACK, B-L-A-C-K, but I'm still a friend. So remember what it is meaning to saying Yes, We Can!"
With a long blink and the nod of her head, Mads gave Simona the OK to continue.
"Allora, I'm in pregnant. With Zikulman's baby. He have asked me to marry him, but our new house wont be ready for another in 3 months and the house I'm living now isn't correct for my condition"
Mads was slowly digesting the implications of this. Now it was clear why Moody Mitch was in such a good mood and why Sinthia was spitting fire just minutes before. Everything was starting to make sense and Mads was finding herself in the middle of it all. And then Simona's final request hit like a gong 2 centimeters from her ears...
"Can we come for staying with you? Just until we can be moving onto our place?"
Mads head cleared astonishingly fast. There was silence and the room came back into focus. And with a voice as clear as a pistol firing in the desert she replied,
"No, You Can't!!"
* This event actually took place. I can't make this kinda stuff up...