Trouble with Dessert-Part 6

Blog #6
Mary and Pete decided to meet again later. Pete had to go back to work and Mary had to swallow the information she just received. Mostly, she didn’t do anything for the rest of the day. She went to bed still in a state of utter disbelief. Her dreams were varied and a trifle scary. When she woke up she realized that she never met up again with Pete. That was strange. They planned to meet, yet no time was specified. She looked at her phone to see if she had missed any calls. She actually did miss one.
“No wonder,” she murmured to herself, “they called me at 2 a.m.”
She called her voicemail to retrieve the message.
“Mmmaawwee, iss me,” slurred an unknown voice.
Then there was nothing.
“That’s odd, who was that?” Mary asked herself.


Pete looked around at his surroundings. Nothing looked at all familiar not even the objects. He wasn’t sure if they were meant to look like strange art work. His head was throbbing and he still couldn’t seem to feel his tongue. He tried to think back to the last night. It only caused his head to ache even more. He tried to shift his body in a more comfortable position.
“BANG!BANG!”
Pete jumped up onto his feet. He tried to find something to use as a weapon. He was not completely sure, but he thought that what he heard was a gunshot. Slowly, the door creaked opened.
“Are you alright in here?” asked a small voice.
Pete was astonished. Standing patiently waiting for his reply was a little girl.
“Yes, I think so,” Pete answered her.
“Mama is wondering if you are ready to eat yet.”
Pete did feel a stirring in his stomach when she said eat. He nodded his head. The girl stood looking at him. He was not comfortable with little kids. He wondered if maybe he should ask her some sort of question. What do you ask a child? Thankfully, the girl couldn’t stand the quiet any longer.
“Aren’t you going to ask about the bang?”
“I was wondering about that,” Pete admitted truthfully.
“That’s lunch!” the little girl told him proudly.
“Lunch?” Pete was even more confused.
“Yep, come on now before breakfast gets cold!” she ordered him.
He silently followed her down a long, thin hallway. There were no pictures or even color on the walls. If he didn’t know better, he would swear that the walls were stainless steel. Finally, they arrived at a kitchen like area. Like all the rooms before this, the kitchen did not fit anywhere that Pete has ever seen.
“Mary, come sit down and stop pestering our guest,” said a voice deep within the recesses of the kitchen.
Pete looked at the little girl named Mary. Something flashed in his memory, something he was trying to tell Mary. He remembered going on his way to work when he was knocked on the head. This sounded too much like all the crime movies he watched as a kid. How did he end up here though?
“I’m sorry sir; I know this must be confusing. I’m sure you’ll feel better after you eat breakfast,” it was kind and gentle sort of voice.
Pete looked up and almost let out a screech. He held it in as much as he could. Facing him was something so unnatural to all his sensibilities. He figured it was female judging by the voice. However, the body was not like any he had seen. It was almost human like, except it was pale grey and very slender. There were no features like eyes, hands and arms. It did seem to have a mouth and one foot. Finally, he realized he was standing there gaping wide mouthed and big eyed.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I forgot to assimilate my human body,” said the creature. After the words came out, she turned into an elderly kind looking grandmother type person. “It will all make sense soon I promise. Just go sit down next to Mary and eat.”
“Mary?” Pete asked.
“Yes, she arrived here when she was just out of her womb wrap. I’ve raised her like one of my own. I know it was wrong. I just couldn’t leave her alone with nobody to take care of her. Listen to me, just rattling on and not letting you eat. Please, enjoy.”
During this time, Pete made his way to where Mary was sitting. He sat down and the woman brought him a plate of stuff he couldn’t even begin to describe.
“So, you named her Mary?” he asked the kindly lady.
“Now, that was on here womb wrap, the name Mary Adams.”