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Topic: NEIGHBOR (06/01/17)
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TITLE: You Wouldn't Believe It! | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jack Taylor
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“Buster Seaten, You’re like a hawk on a rabbit since those two moved in last year. You keep pressin' your beak through them blinds like that and they’ll have a permanent crease in ‘em.”
“You know I’m preachin’ to the choir, girl. Quit burnin’ the crawdads and get a whiff of this. There ought to be a law aginst tokin up like that right across the lane.”
“You know the Fishers dun sold that trailer right and proper to those two and this ain’t the same world you and I was born into. If they ain’t church goin’ folk you might expect things to be strange for those brothers.”
“Lizza Mae, Those two ain’t brothers, if you know what I mean.”
“Buster Seaten, this here’s a family neighborhood. We’re God-fearin’ and got no room for flappin’ lips.”
“You jus’ can’t get ‘nuf of that chompin’ me like a gator, can ya? If you only saw what I saw yesterday while you was guttin’ the catfish.”
“An’ what, pray tell, did your hawk eyes see yesterday while I was wearin’ my knuckles to the bone?”
“‘Member Connie Sue Hainsley?”
“You mean the atheist?”
“Yes, siree. The very one who left ol’ Jake on his own ‘spite of his problems with the moonshine.”
“What ya got on Connie Sue that the rest of us haven’t heard a thousand times?”
“She took cookies to them two across the lane.”
“Are we talkin’ funny cookies or like the ones your mama used to make? Sounds right neighborly to me.”
“Don’t be mockin’ the good book, Lizza Mae. Once you start condonin’ the paths of the wicked you’ll be soon turning toward the fire on your own.”
“Taking cookies to a neighbor don’t sound so harmful to me.”
“Lizzae Mae, get down quick.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I think the atheist is bringing cookies here.”
“What’s she doin’ that for?”
“How am I supposed to know? Maybe she’s tryin’ to dupe us into fallin’ away from the teachins of preacher Brown.”
“Dang blast… she’s knockin’.”
“You answer it.”
“You answer it. She probably saw your beak pokin’ thru the blinds.”
“She’s a woman. Wouldn’t be proper for me to be socializin’ with someone like that.”
“Well, Connie Sue Hainsley. Ain’t this the biggest, sweetest surprise? And what have you been doin’ breakin’ your back makin’ cookies on a day hot enough to b-b-q a gizzard?”
“Well, Lizza Mae Seaten. I knew them rumors about you splittin’ up with what’s his face couldn’t be true. Ty and Hank across the street been askin’ about getting’ the whole trailer park together for a shin-dig and I tol’ them we should be invitin’ you two.”
“That’s mighty nice of you, Connie Sue. What made you think of us?”
“Well, Ty and Hank – that’s the two fellas trying to make recycled candles over there - They bin tryin’ to tell me about the love of Jesus an’ I tol’ ‘em that if anyone needs to know about the love of Jesus it had to be that man o’ yours. Ever’ since Jake left me for that other woman your husband has acted like a dead possum around me.”
“Now, why would he be doin’ somethin’ like that?”
“‘Cause it’s Buster’s cousin that Jake left for. I’ve known Buster since he was newly born. We lived next door to each other. We were more like kissin’ kin than neighbors.”
“I find this all very enlightnin’ Connie Sue. I’ll try to dig up that ol’ possum and see what else might be hidin’ with the stink. Thanks for the cookies. You have a good day now.”
“Buster Leroy Seaten! You get your possum hide out from under that table and speak up. You got some ‘splainin’ to do about your neighbor.”
“Lizza Mae. You ain’t goin’ to be believin’ the word of some atheist over me, are you?”
“Don’t you crawl over me with your words like some lizard. We bin together almost twenty years and not once did I hear about you bein’ kissin’ kin with Connie Sue, or that Jake dun run off with your cousin. Why does it take some atheist to show us how to be neighbors? I’m tired of hidin’ as if I’m some polecat.”
“Where you goin’?”
“Where I should have gone a year ago. I’m takin’ your crawdads cross the street to the neighbors. Tradin’ ‘em for some recycled candles.”
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