Mertsie-Beth looks after her husband’s invalid mother. When she’s not working at the Med Supply or getting her hair done up like Jackie O or doing the hundred other things she thinks up to do to keep from tending to an octogenarian’s bed sores. Eddie says she drugs the old lady with benadryl and pays
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They ain’t even his, she thought. If they was his at least they’d be family. If they was his, at least they’d have good blood. But no. They belonged to another man – common, bound to be – and some town girl. With skinny hips and a skinny waist. “Lay with ’em but don’t bring
He made his will this morning. The chief chattel – an aged violin. The children had been fighting over the worn out piece of wood since the winter his lungs closed up. When he thought he was gonna die and just about said so. “I don’t want nothin else but daddy’s fiddle.” His daughter was
The old lady drug a fat sausage hand across her forehead, sunk deep into her comfy chair and sighed. “Lawd knows Carl Dean. Lawd knows they prob’ly can’t help it. What with being born the way they was.” She closed her eyes when she said it. Kept them closed just long enough to make everyone
I waited by the mailbox until they left – two men in mustard colored tops and too-short ties; a woman in a frightful floral pattern that skimmed her ankles and made for modest – then walked across the street and onto my neighbors porch. “Them lot’s scared to death some body’s gonna come along and
He never sleeps. If he does his eyes don’t know it. They’re flat and dull and hemmed in by circles. The size of baseballs. The colour of walnut stain. It looks like he’s been punched. A good one-two. He hasn’t. He’s nice. He’s quiet. He always tries to help. If I saw him on the
Full Name: Dewey D Payne Birthday: Dog days of summer. Birthplace: Bear Town, West Virginia Current Location: Rather not say. Heritage: I got Indian blood. And that’s a fact. Right or Left Handed: Right. But it don’t work so good. Major Strength: A dashin’ good-lookiness my daddy gave me. Major Weakness: That same good-lookiness. A
Dewey always said Hell was here on earth. The life we live today. As a child I mocked him. Rolled my eyes and called him a footwasher. But as I grew older I began to understand why some people need to believe life can’t get any worse. Even if it means somewhere someday it gets
