The Shock Of No Chocolate

Dobby stands up on his hind legs, reaches up and touches Mom's elbow. “Come on Mom, the cup is empty, it's time to write.” Dobby sits at her feet and quietly waits.

Mom is emptying her mug in a contented manner, the moans and groans are audible. Lowering the cup on to the table Mom licks her lips with the pleasure reminiscent of a lipstick commercial or an adult movie. “That was so good. I love chocolate.”

“I know Mom.”

“Chocolate makes me happy.”

“I know that too Mom...”

“Is there any more chocolate?” Mom asks.

“No,” Dobby answers “that was it.”

“Okay fine.” Mom says with a smile. “I get it. We are out of cocoa. What else is there?”

“Nothing.”

“But what about?”

“No.” Dobby says.

“And the?” Mom asks, getting more nervous with each answer.

“There's no more, you finished that last week.”

“I KNOW!” Mom looks at Dobby with hopeful smile.

Dobby looks back at Mom and shakes his head no with seriousness.

“No more chocolate?”

Dobby stands up on his back feet, looking into Mom's eyes and says, “No more chocolate” firmly while shaking his head.

“No Chocolate? I'm a woman, without chocolate I could die!” Mom cries out in despair.

“Mom, you won't die. Women lived without chocolate for thousands of years.” Dobby points out.

“And they're okay? Have you asked one?”

“That was thousands of years ago, I can't ask them, they're all dead now.”

“See! I told you! I'm going to die without chocolate!”

“Everyone dies eventually Mom. It's okay.” Dobby says, getting in Mom's lap and rubbing his head against her chin.

Mom's breathing is labored, her eyes unfocused, she seems unaware of her surroundings.

“Tinkletoes? TP? Somebody...” Dobby calls out.

The faerie appeared first, holding a thimble of ale and looking irritated. Tinkletoes entered through the back door of the house seconds later. “Yeah. What's up Dobby?” Tinkletoes asks.

“It's Mom...” Dobby said his voice cracking a little. “It was time to do the blog. She wanted more cocoa, we were out, she asked for chocolate but there is no more.” The orange tabby's voice trailed off.

“Did you tell her that you were out of chocolate?” Tinkletoes asked.

“Yeah.”

Tinkletoes draws an open hand down his face. “Never tell a woman there is no chocolate in the house. I don't know crap about women and even I know that.”

“Silly kitty.” TP agrees, there is a light hiccup from his direction.

Mom's lips start moving and barely audible sounds come from her mouth. “Chocolate chips, chocolate bars, chocolate cake, chocolate donuts, chocolate milk, chocolate cereal, cocoa, chocolate muffins, chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate bunnies...”

“What is she saying?” Tinkletoes asks.

“It's just a list of things that are chocolate.” Dobby answers listening closely to Mom's words.

“Crap! She is going into Chocolate Shock. I've seen it before. During my tours of duty. She will list everything she can think of that is chocolate in every country of the world. We can't let her get to India.”

“Why?”

“It's too late. Once they start talking about India, they  are too deep in shock. We won't be able to bring her back.