This is how Queen Maker first met my mother.
I was fifteen years old when I first met my boyfriend and future husband (but after this encounter, I don't know why he stayed around.) I invited him to my house to meet my mother and father. When we walked in, Mami was preparing dinner. She was using the large butcher knife cutting a whole fryer chicken into pieces.
Queen Maker went over to introduce himself and to talk to her for a few minutes. Mami asked him, “So you like my daughter?” He said he did and she said, “Just so you remember I’m really good with a knife and..” she suddenly thrust the butcher knife into his belly. Queen Maker’s knees almost buckled. He was shocked and when he looked down, expecting a big hole in his belly, he realizes that she was holding the tip of the blade. She was so good with a knife that when she pretended to thrust the knife at his belly, she just let go of knife handle and with the dexterity of a magician, moved her hand to the tip of the knife in one swift, perfect move. She laughed and laughed and laughed until tears rolled down her cheeks.
I walk up and ask, "So Queen Maker have you met Mami, yet?"