A story in few words:
My grandmother waves to dogs. Honest to God. My grandmother talks to the garden hose,waves to dogs on front porches, and speaks to her dead friend Ethyl every night. My Aunt Lettie thinks the Lord disagrees with daylight savings time. And we lost my brother Jimmie John for three days last fall when he checked into the LeapFrog Motel instead of sitting on Daddy Bill’s deer stand in the rain. He bought six sets of electric trains set them up in inter-connecting rooms and hid out, scarfing down Simp’s Bar-B-Que and driving the trains.
Daddy Bill moved the Fairlane down off the blocks in the front yard. Put tires on it, and installed a new battery, started it right up and gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday.
Now that I got me a vehicle, Laymon wants us to get married. The baby’s due in June, he wants to give it a name besides Cletus or Wayne. I want to graduate cosmetology school in June and open my own salon.