Mama From Tattletail Novels & Stories

Tintin said sweetly. “I miss you too, baby. I have something to tell you—guess what?” “What is it, Mama?” “Guess!” “You got a job, Mama?” “Yes, and I can now buy you what you wanted!” “Really, Mama?” “Yes, baby.” “Yay! Mama, is your boss nice?” “Very nice, Tintin. They’re really good to me.” “That’s good to hear, Mama. Lola and I won’t worry too much anymore.” “I’m doing well here, baby. How about you? How’s Lolo?”

Tabitha’s phone went crazy with texts and missed calls from her mother and sister. ‘Tabby, when you get this message, call me.’ Mom ‘Tabby, why haven’t you called? Call as soon as you receive this. That man isn’t defiling you, is he?’ Mom ‘Tabitha Dalton, are you ignoring your mother? Call me as soon as you can. Are they holding you hostage?’ Mom. ‘Tabby, it’s Claire; please call mom. She’s going crazy not hearing from you.’ Claire “Oh, my, I better call them. It looks like mom is in one of her panic attacks.” Declared Tabitha looking at the text messages.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Attractive people dressed in uniform work diligently. Soon, an older woman in a long, flowing, red dress says, "Hello, young ladies. I'm the Head Mistress of this home, Madame Knight, but everyone calls me Mama." Mama is wonderful. She leads us to a lovely suite. Surprisingly, the room is modern but has ritualistic aspects. Once Mama leaves, Maureen checks the drawers and says, "No Bible?" Suddenly, she drops to the floor and looks underneath the bed. I laugh, "What are you doing?"

Then, I proceeded to the kitchen for my daily dose of hot coffee. Mama sat on one of the bar stools as usual, chatting away with Vicky, our maid slash nanny who had been working for us for as long as I could remember. Surprisingly, she didn't do much work, seeing as mama was one of those people who had had a hard time growing up, but claimed that was what had made them who they were today, and didn't want riches to be the reason for their children being spoilt little brats who couldn't do anything for themselves. In any case, I guess I was glad for the training... it made me more independent, and gave me a much-needed aunty-figure in my life.

Juliette smirked, backing away with that same infuriating grace. "No, you were not. Your words were implying my mother abused a maid!" Katherine fired back. I'd never been so happy to see or hear my daughter's voice. Hearing her defend me like that—it made me feel warm inside, but guilty too. Guilty for all the lies I'd fed her, all the secrets I'd buried. "The maid in question was an omega. She was sick, and my mother did her best to get the best doctor to treat her. Don't you dare accuse her again."

Clearly, that did not surprise me, as my mama happens to be a very clever mafia herself. ‘But right now, I want you to come over and say a big hi to your mama, and honey, I wonna see how tall you’ve grown, sugar girl,’ said Taylor. Definitely, I was eager to see my mama again after a long while, but I had a problem, and like she could read my heart from jail, and so she asked me, saying, ‘well, what seems to be the problem sugar girl?’ So I said to her, ‘I ain’t got no cash on me mama,’ I replied.

"You are sure we can trust this Rita to just help us?" "Well, she is doing it for her own personal revenge against him. He did horrible things to her." She shivered slightly as she recalled. "And she would be needing money." With her being this close to me, I kissed her lips. "You see why I said you are amazing?" "You already started it. So it didn't take much for her to be found." I chuckled. "That reminds me, what did you do with my money, Mama?" "Charity." I could not help but laugh. "You went from, 'I don't want anything to do with your money' to spending and giving out at will."

"That woman has no right butting into our family business." "All of you will leave if you cannot shut up. I am asking Talia questions. You all keep interrupting her answers. Now, be quiet, or leave," Momma said softly. Her words landed with all of the subtlety of a nuke. Once the line had been quiet for a second, Momma spoke up again. "Now, figlia, answer my questions. When did the information come through?" "When Turo and Nik were in Whiteface," I said softly. I was going to be in so much shit.

“Matilda, I will ask you for the last time, what is going on? What happened to Andrea? where is she? why were you calling the inspector for help? He screeches out, Matilda was about to say something then someone spoke from the stairs. “I will tell you, dad! I think mom is trying to protect Chloe but I believe you should know this!” When they heard the familiar voice from behind, all gazes turned towards her direction. Maddie found her way and stood right in front of her parents. “ I'm sorry mom, but we can't continue to hide all her flaws while hurting the people we love ” She said looking intently at Matilda. After that, she turned her back to Mr. Crowther, who was already getting impatien