Jon opened the door without knocking and stepped into the
warmly tiled vestibule, holding Petey’s hand.
“Mom? We’re here!” In an aside, he muttered, “I can’t believe
she wasn’t standing on the porch waiting for us.”
Petey smiled woodenly, her Chucks squeaking on the tile
when she turned from closing the door. Hurried
footsteps came from the back of the house along with an overjoyed feminine
squeal. “Oh, Jonny! It’s been too long!”
Jon had no choice but to release Petey’s hand when his
mother enveloped him in a monstrous hug.
Petey’s first thought when Carol Bongiovi peppered Jon’s cheeks with
loud, smacking kisses was that she sincerely loved her son. Her blue eyes sparkled with the excitement
and her brightly painted fingernails stood out in stark relief against Jon’s
face where she cradled it in her palms.
“Mom, it’s only been two weeks,” he chided, but his eyes
were crinkled with affection for the woman he so strongly resembled.
Releasing his face, she flipped her hands carelessly. “I don’t care. I love to see my boys, and I know once you
start your tour it will be months before you darken my doorstep again. Now…”
She squared her shoulders and her demeanor cooled by at least ten
degrees. “Introduce me to your young lady.”
He dipped his chin in acknowledgement and wound a lazy
arm around Petey’s shoulders. “Mom, this
is P. T. Diehl, otherwise known as Petey.
Petey this is my mom, Carol.”
Determinedly smiling, Petey stuck out her hand in
greeting. “Hello Mrs. Bongiovi. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh my,” Carol murmured, accepting her hand briefly. “Your eyes are pink.”
Jon grinned and his hand gave Petey a gentle
squeeze. Better that his mother noticed those than the bruising that Petey had artfully concealed with makeup. the proof of her recent altercation wasn't even noticeable. “They’re contact lenses. Her natural eye color is a very pretty shade of
blue.”
“Then why hide them behind those?” Confusion contorted Carol’s features, as
though she couldn’t understand why anyone would want pink eyes. She probably couldn’t.
Zombie lenses and
cat-eyes are definitely out unless I want to piss her off on purpose.
“I enjoy something different occasionally. I have a variety of colors,” Petey replied
mildly.
The older woman’s mouth tightened. “Well.
Let’s not stand here in the hallway.
John!” she called, taking a few steps further into the home’s
interior. “Jonny’s here!”
Jon took Petey’s jacket and hung them both in the
closet. Latching onto her hand once
again, they followed his mother’s footsteps and he murmured, “I love you. Remember that.”
She softly chuckled, and returned quietly, “I love you,
too. Remind me of that when this is
over.”
The flash of teeth was brief but brilliant as they
crossed the threshold into the living room.
Jon’s mother was sitting in an armchair on the far side of the sofa and
coffee table, and his father immediately joined them.
“Jonny, my boy!”
The elder John threw up his hands and pulled his son close for a brief,
but fierce hug. “I’ve almost got that
sauce down pat. It won’t be long now.”
“Good! You let me
know when you’re ready and I’ll get the ball rolling with some phone calls.” He turned to Petey. “My dad is going to produce his pasta sauce
commercially.”
“Well it’s certainly good enough to be in stores.” She lit up her dimples for the handsome,
older gentleman who more strongly resembled Tony and Matt than Jon. “I was lucky enough to sample it when Jon
fixed me dinner.”
“Pop, this is Petey.”
He narrowed his eyes for a moment, skimming over her
petite frame and stopping briefly on her glittery tennis shoes, before sweeping
back to her face. In a move just as
charming as his eldest ever dreamed of, he picked up Petey’s hand and brought
it to his lips. “Petey,” he
greeted. “Anybody who arrives on the arm
of my son and likes my sauce is always welcome here.”
“Jonny, sit down here on the couch.”
Was it Petey’s imagination or had the invitation to sit
been more of a barked order?
“Thank you, Mr. Bongiovi.” She offered him a sincere smile and joined
Jon on the sofa, while the senior John took up the armchair on the opposite end of
the couch from his wife.
“Tell us about yourself, Petey. Are you from New Jersey?” Jon’s father
inquired with what appeared to be real interest.
“No, sir. I’m
actually from Pittsburgh. I moved to New
York a few years ago, looking for an adventure and found one. Tony hired me as a video tech, and I’ll be part
of the crew that goes on tour with Jon.”
“You work for our Anthony? That’s convenient.”
At her mocking tone, Jon shot his mother a warning
glance. She was too busy frowning at the
skull on the front of Petey’s hoodie to pay him any heed.
At least it has a
cute pink bow on it and not blood. Be
thankful for what you can get, lady.
“Yeah, actually, it is.”
Jon cleared his throat, shifting only a slight bit before locking gazes
with his mom. “I would have introduced
Petey eventually, anyway, but the reason we’re here today is…” He picked up Petey’s left hand and Carol’s
eyes zeroed in on the ring with laser-like precision. If her jacket and hoodie sleeves hadn’t been
so long, Petey knew that she would’ve spotted it sooner. “…to invite you to our wedding on
Saturday.”
Jon’s eyes warmed Petey when she smiled up into them, and
she clutched at his hand a little more firmly, bracing herself.
If she thought Carol’s demeanor had cooled by ten degrees
in the hallway, it dropped by a good fifteen at that little announcement.
“Wedding?” she inquired with cool disbelief. “On Saturday?
That’s not funny, Jonny.”
“It’s not supposed to be, Mom. We’re getting married three o’clock Saturday
out at the Navesink house. We’d like it
if you could be there.”
There went another five degrees. How cold could Carol get before she froze
herself solid?
“Is she pregnant?”
Gee, that was a surprise.
Not.
“No, she’s not pregnant,” he sighed in frustration. “It would be nice if you could get to know
her before you pass judgment.”
“It would’ve been nice to know her before you put a ring
on her finger.”
It was easy to see where Jon learned his stubborn
belligerence. Carol Bongiovi was snark
on a stick.
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out that way, but it didn’t.”
“Yes. Well, the
ring is lovely.” Carol smoothed her
hands down her pant legs, giving her husband an acidic look. “John, why don’t you show Petey your sauce
setup while I talk to Jonny for a minute?
I want to ask about the children.”
“No, Mom.” Jon wouldn’t
be bullied, and his fingers stayed cemented in between Petey’s, silently
instructing her to not to go anywhere.
“We can talk about the kids or anything else you wanna talk about with
Petey here.”
John shot his wife a cautionary glance, which Carol
completely disregarded.
“I want to talk to you about her.”
Patting Jon’s hand with her free one, Petey leaned
forward in her seat, narrowing her eyes at her future mother-in-law. “Is your problem with me, or the way I
dress?”
The platinum haired woman’s attention pivoted from Jon to
Petey. “My problem is that you are a
young girl who isn’t exactly an ideal fit into the life my son has built for
himself. He has lofty ambitions and
needs a strong, intelligent, capable woman to stand beside him and make them
happen. To support his dreams. You…”
Carol looked Petey up and down.
“…are not that woman.”
“Dammit, Mom-“ Jon began at the same time his father
said, “Carol – “
Petey casually lifted a hand to silence the men, smiling
deliberately at the elder John. “She’s
welcome to say whatever she likes. As
long as she realizes it isn’t me she’s hurting with her snide comments. It’s Jon’s judgment she’s questioning.” She swung her face back to Carol. “So why is it that you think I’m not that
woman?”
She snorted. “Why
is it that you think you are? It’s clear
that you don’t have the social sense to fit into the Washington, DC crowd,
where Jonny has been spending so much of his time. I’m sure you’re more into your black
fingernail polish and sparkly sneakers than you are the inner workings of
our country. If you’re looking for a
Sugar Daddy, you can just keep on looking, because I won’t let Jonny do this.”
Petey had to forcibly restrain Jon from leaping toward
his mother in anger. “Jesus, I can’t
believe you would say that!”
“Somebody has to,” his mother informed him with no
remorse. “Son, I would think by now you
would know the difference between women you screw and women you marry.”
“Carol, that’s enough!”
John bellowed rising to his feet.
“That you would speak to a guest in our house that way. Our son’s fiancée no less! My God…”
Jon was on his feet too, fists clenched at his sides and glaring
at his mother. Petey, however, remained
seated on the sofa and shrugged with indifference. “I hear it’s not much worse than what she
says to her own sons, so I guess that means I’m family.” Ever so casually, she rose to her feet,
slipping an arm around Jon’s waist.
His mother was the only one still sitting, and Petey addressed her next comments directly to her.
His mother was the only one still sitting, and Petey addressed her next comments directly to her.
“I’m sorry you don’t like my wardrobe, but you aren’t the
first and won’t be the last. As for
everything else…. I’m thirty-eight,
hardly a young girl. My intelligence… Well, I normally don’t mention it, but I’m a
member of MENSA and a Ph.D. You can
call me doctor if you like,” she invited.
“I’m not crazy about politics, but I’ve picked up enough to fit into the
Washington, DC crowd since my father and step-father were both U.S.
Senators. My step-father is currently
running for President.” She bared every
tooth in an over bright smile. “We’d appreciate
your vote.”
Jon was coughing discreetly and his father’s face bloomed
with admiration. Whether it was from
Petey’s laundry list of demographical information or her cheeky attitude, she couldn’t be sure.
“And by the term Sugar Daddy,” she continued
conversationally, noting that Carol’s face had gone a bit pale. “I assume you think I’m after Jon’s money as well. If so, you’ll be happy to know I have more money than he does. Did I mention I’m an heiress on top of
everything else? So yes, I believe it’s my clothes you have a problem with, not me. When you decide you want to talk instead of
looking down your nose at me, I’m more than happy to do that. In the meantime, I’m done here.”
Touching Jon’s sleeve, she kissed his cheek and said quietly, “I’ll be in
the car. Take your time.” Petey then turned to Jon’s dad. “Mr. Bongiovi it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to see you at the wedding."” She drew a concentrated breath and nodded to Carol. “I hope to see you as well.”
“Petey, don't leave this way. I don’t want you and my mother to hate each
other,” Jon murmured.
“Don't worry about that,” was her dismissive
response. She smiled charmingly. “We don’t hate each other, we’re just cultivating a relationship of open
honesty. Aren't we, Mrs. Bongiovi?”
With that, she pivoted on her heel and retraced her steps
to the living room doorway. She had just
stepped through it when she remembered something else. “Oh. There was one thing you were right about though, Mrs. Bongiovi. Jon does know that there are women you screw
and women you marry. He was pretty happy when he figured out I'm both. Enjoy the
rest of your day.”
She waggled her fingers and sauntered out of the
house, pausing only to snag her jacket from the hall closet.
A black wedding
dress would be perfect. With pink skulls
all over it. Maybe I’ll wear a bone in
my nose.
Well done, Petey! :D
ReplyDeleteTouchè!! I had to laugh so hard, it was exactly how I imagined that scene. Now I'm curious if C will show up at the wedding.
ReplyDeleteA black wedding dress sounds not too bad, but she should skip the bone in the nose, her mother would get a heart attack. whats about a black/pink wedding dress, you should google for pics, the Gothic scene has a lot of so beautiful clothes.
ok, and is Jon talking to his mom about her behavior to Tony and Dot? It's a good opportunity, I guess.
First let me say, way to go Petey!!!! Did anyone else notice that John chastised Carol for being rude to Perey, but didn't defend Tony? Does he favor Jon over the others as well? Can't wait to find out what happens next!!! By the way, the post says Sunday but I didn't see it posted on Sunday when I checked. Does this mean we still get a Monday post?
ReplyDeleteI have no idea why it says Sunday. There was no Sunday post this week, this is actually Monday's post. Blogger is evidently confused... Sorry!
DeleteThat was my first thought too. His Dad jumped in but there was no jumping in to defend Tony. So his Dad is just as bad? Unless it was because it was to Petey and not to a family member.
DeleteGood going Dad! Stop your wife from being rude to someone who you just met 5 minutes ago but no jumping in for your own son? His just as bad.
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That was awesome! Tell Mama...to screw herself! Can't wait for the wedding.
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Well, that went just about how I thought it would. I knew Petey could handle anything Carol could dish out & she did so perfectly. I didn't see the "you can call me doctor" comment coming though, nice touch. LOL Loved the "That must mean I'm family" comment too.
ReplyDeleteAnd Petey, I'd skip the bone in the nose. Even Jon might freak a tiny bit at that one. ROFL!
OMG This was hilarious! My belly hurts from laughing and my doc said I shouldn't laugh for a while ;-)
ReplyDeleteNow Carol... what will you do?
Are you talking about me or Mama Carol? LOL!
Deleteoh I forgot.... Jon you should talk to her about Tony! Timing would be perfect for that
ReplyDeleteI agree. I hope he doesn't leave the house without bringing that up. Tell his Mom that he knows what she said and also to inform his parents that he is fine with Tony and Dorothea's relationship.
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Oh Definitely!! He should say something and even say that he can see how happy they are. Then Mrs B. will think he has completely lost his mind. First Petey, then agreeing with Tony and Dorothea together?
DeleteBravo Petey!!!
ReplyDeleteLoved how Petey set Jon's Mom straight.
ReplyDeleteWay to go Petey. I did not expect anything less :-)
ReplyDelete“I hear it’s not much worse than what she says to her own sons, so I guess that means I’m family.”
ReplyDelete“Oh. There was one thing you were right about though, Mrs. Bongiovi. Jon does know that there are women you screw and women you marry. He was pretty happy when he figured out I'm both. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
- Hands down, both best lines.
- Miriam -
'Snark on a stick'...talk about Alpha Bitch! lol ~AB
ReplyDelete“I hear it’s not much worse than what she says to her own sons, so I guess that means I’m family.”
ReplyDeleteThat needed to be said. I love You Petey!! So Mrs B. knows, that if Petey knows, Jon knows.
ROFL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm sitting here laughing out loud at work!!! people are looking at me funny!!! Love how Petey let Mrs. B have it!!!!
ReplyDelete'We'd appreciate your vote." LMAO!! Best line of the entire story by FAR!! I'm actually crying with laughter!! Hysterical!!
ReplyDeleteAnd Round One goes to Petey!!!
ReplyDeleteBlush, I laughed so hard....I'm wearing my drink now!
Oh Mama B you have your work cut out for you. Petey just put you in a position of no return. :) Mensa and more money than Jon.
ReplyDeleteLove the chapter Carol. I was sitting here reading and getting mad at Mama B. It felt like I was in the room. Thanks for posting such a great chapter. You done good girl!!!
Incase I haven't mentioned it.... I LOVE Petey!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteC'mon Jon, it's your turn now.
Hi!Do we get a Monday chapter, my time zones are messing up right now, and this didn't show up until Monday morning, so I'm not sure if you didn't post on Sunday or if this is Sunday's and Monday is still to come. Thanks for the laugh, I definitely needed it!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!! Big round of applause for the author!!
ReplyDeleteNow you take over where Petey left off Jon. You need to go in there and tell your parents that you love Petey and defend your brother! His Dad sure as hell didn't, so it's up to you Jon to be big brother and let your Mom know what it does to your relationship when she talks like that.
ReplyDeleteExcellent,fantastic chapter!
I’m so cheering for Petey!!! And I still love ‘snark on a stick’! Fantastic!!!
ReplyDeleteAlter,das war mega ,starke Ansage.ich liebe Petey, würde sie auch gleich heiraten
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