Meet Alpha Prime!
“I hate to be the bubble buster here,” Alpha Prime snarked.
Alpha Prime was Principessa Imperiale of The Intergalactic Slave Empire, Sovrano Supremo of The Legions Of Flying Robots, and Empress of The Race Of Intergalactic Vampires.
Unlike their huMan counterparts (by whom they were embarrassed, considering them to be “dried up twigs on the family tree” (Blondie, “Die Young Stay Pretty, 1979) - they always got the worst table at family functions), The Race Of Intergalactic Vampires feasted not on blood, but rather, on the delicious, delicious Tears Of The Innocent, produced within the unknowably vast expanses of the Imperial Gulag Archipelago of Slave Planets.
Alpha Prime looked like the character Alexandra Cabot from the American animated series Josie and The Pussycats, if the character Alexandra Cabot from the American animated series Josie and The Pussycats wore a black hoodie that covered her ears, neck and hair, leaving her face exposed, topped off with a golden Crown with five spikes on the front and a jewel on the tip of the middle and tallest spike, which she had won in a game of Zombie Apocalypse at one of the hospitals from her mother The Evil Queen, called the Wicked Queen, the fictional character and the main antagonist in "Snow White," the GerMan fairy tale recorded by the Brothers Grimm.
Alpha Prime found her Crown, like everything else in her life, to be extremely annoying. Nevertheless, “A Crown’s not a Crown till it's tilted,” she would sing to herself as her Crown continuously adjusted itself throughout the day to express her variable moods. Usually her Crown defaulted to an extreme forward tilt because it made her look tough. This was known as “Resting B**** Crown.” She could see, if she adopted an extreme posture with her shoulders and head tilted waaaay back, but it hid her eyes, which was a cheap body-language trick to intimidate others.
She was also wearing a long, cotton Dolce & Gabbana 19th century/Italian Renaissance-style Majolica-print skirt in naturalistic shapes and lively colors, and matching patent-leather platform sandals decorated with painterly blooms (also inspired by Maiolica ceramics). The sandals highlighted her classic, never-out-of-style French pedicure, which she had updated quite easily with a super-simple modern boost, contemporary black tips, by starting out with soft, clean feet and properly trimmed toenails, then painting her nails a soft, milky white with her preferred polish, “Skin Food Nail Vita Alpha” (Crunch White).
Which was currently out of stock.
Alpha Prime found this, like everything else in her life, to be extremely annoying; because the polish felt like plastic, and it peeled off all in one plasticky sheet; which Alpha Prime found, like little else in her life, to be extremely satisfying.
This “advanced” nail polish, “imported from USA,” supposedly kept “color shiny and stays for long."
TO BE CONTINUED!
Amalia's Story, Chapter Sixty-Two
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
1000 Characters About My Mother #15:
"What happened after the Cub Scout Banquet?"
"That would have been in March of 1965 . . . "
"Here's something! First published April 1965 -- "
"Louis Jacobucci, Casework Treatment of the Neglectful Mother."
"Families in Society: The Journal of Contemporary Social Services, Volume 46, Issue 4."
"Oh, look! They had references!"
“The Protective Service Caseworker: How Does He Survive Job Pressures?”
“Use of Homemaker Service in Families That Neglect Their Children."
“The Team Approach in Protective Service.”
"Character Disorders in Parents of Delinquents."
"There's more."
"That's OK."
Presently . . .
"Loneliness and Isolation in Child Neglect."
"Dispositional Empathy in Neglectful Mothers and Mothers at High Risk for Child Physical Abuse."
"The Training of Neglectful and Unsatisfactory Mothers."
"The Socialization of Emotional Understanding: A Comparison of Neglectful and Nonneglectful Mothers and Their Children."
"In ...
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community activities."
"You are delusional."
"Then, I found this article, and it all ...
"I have a thesis. My thesis is: In any woman's life, having children would have to be the most significant event. So, in my mother's story -- "
"Her family wasn't really any different from any of the other families."
"Yes."
"In what way?"
"She and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Both her children went to school."
"What else?"
"They were both boys?"
"Anything else?"
"No. That's it."
"So you said, that one way in which your mother's family wasn't really any different from any of the other families, was that she and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Can you tell me a little more about that?"
"Oh, sure. There was always something going on. Cub Scouts, she was like Den Mother of her older son's Cub Scout Pack. Pack 54. Plus the Comedy Club. Plus I'm pretty sure, she was involved in the kindergarten. She and her husband both. And politics. It was the Sixties."
"Just normal 60's Mom stuff."
"In any case, it's time to forget the past."
