maria Zeobese

After she was done talking to Hector, Maria was already salivating Thinking of the delicious veal Hector was bringing over. The Greeks love veal and this veal was special. To her it was the most tender delicious veal she had ever tasted. Her saliva dripped from the coner of her mouth down her chin then down the next chin and fell like a huge raindrop, from a tropical rain forest, to the floor.

She was so happy as she got out the pots and pans. She started the water boiling, and warmed up the oven. The greek recipies were her specialty. First she thought of Kokoretsi,next it was Kapama,then it was Steak Sofrido. Recipie after recipie ran through her little mind. Again the saliva fell to the floor.

Something was wrong,she could usually control her drool. However, latley she had not been feeling all that well. She seemed to be losing her coordination and some times at night her legs would twich. She had been to several doctors but all the test were negative. Her appetite was not affected and she grew more hungry by the minute.

It was getting dark so she turned on the poorch light for hector when he arrived. She knew Hector was a little on the weird side but that did not matter to her. She lived for the tender veal hector had been bringing For the last couple of years.