Sweet Jesus
I don't know what I ever did to Bernadette to deserve that. We're heading out to Saxapaw a little later on, and I was taking a little nap, I don't know, just feeling a little wore out from the grunting and sweating or maybe that tick bite is infected and I gots the Fence Post fever, I really don't know, but I was tired enough for a nap and she comes in and says there's a green truck out there, oh hell maybe I wasn't completely asleep because why would she talk to me if I were, damn I wish I had a been though and the door knocks and I know one thing, I'm too sleepy to think straight, just ignore the knocking I might have said more clear headed, but she's out there answering it, I hear my name drawled out like a warm bit of tobacco juice dripping down a man's chin, and she comes back all sheepish like she just turned me into the law, oh I wish she had, you remember that Bernadette, you turn me into the law but don't answer that knocking in Fence Post. Jim he says, you remember me? I really don't so I just say it, I mean I must of just blocked it out because this guy is married to one of the Claypool women I guess, lives two houses down he says, they almost all Claypools in some fashion out here, it's coming back to me now, he tells me I told him last time--I just woke up from a nap remember--that I said he was trying to tell me what was wrong with my life and I said I'm not sure I would have said that, and then I go, oh you mean 14 years ago? He says has it been that long and I say yep, he gives me a piece of paper and says read the back and hand written are the words "does Sweet Jesus live here?" and I have to be completely honest, I really don't know, well this is all an invite to join his church just around the corner there, ain't gonna be no passing of the plate he assures me, does this guy have 14 year old notes on me? because I might have accused him of being a plate passer, I can see myself saying that but he just goes on and on all syrupy like and I'm trying to maintain eye contact, just trying to be polite...his shirt is too crisp and that after-shave is too strong and I got to get to Saxapaw. We're heading out now.
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