Ginni’s on the Phone

And she just won't leave Buckwheat alone.

“Excuse me,” I interrupted. “Buckwheat’s not available. Can I take a message?”

“Just tell him Ginni called to extend an olive branch after all these years, in hopes that we could ultimately get past what happened so long ago,” the caller chirped. “I hope he will give it some thought and certainly pray about this and come to understand why he did what he did.”

“I’ll pass it along,” I responded.

“OK, have a good day,” the caller said and hung up.

“This requires an explanation,” I observed as I relayed the message.

“Well, she wanted to be one of my baby mamas,” Buckwheat explained, somewhat ruefully, “but she just wasn’t my type, so I broke it off and she married somebody else.”

“So why is she calling you after all these years?” I demanded.

“She says she wants me to come to some tea party, but that don’t make no sense at all,” said Buckwheat. “I ain’t interested in hanging with Ginni at no tea party, nor any coffee klatch or ice cream social!”

“So why not call the police?” I suggested.

“Oh,” Buckwheat sighed, “I couldn’t do that. I feel kinda sorry for her.”