Small Town Life
part 4

Hilda Henderson

That man! He is so crude sitting over there with his shirt off, out there in front of God and everybody! Why, his wife would turn in her grave if she knew he’d degraded to this. On the porch in just his pants and chest hair. That poor, poor man.

Buster! BUSTER! Get out of the road!

I never would have thought he would stoop to this. I mean, I know I’m an attractive lady and he is a widow and all, but I mean – my stars. I would never be attracted to him. It’s true that I used to try to go over and talk to him, but I never meant anything like that by it. Next thing I know he’s sitting over there half naked looking at me like I?m his next glass of orange juice. Vulgar!

Buster! Come here, boy!

I wonder if it’s only orange juice in that glass. I mean, he’s running around half-naked, trying to get me to come over so he can seduce me with the morning news. Why wouldn’t a man with morals like that drink before noon?

Buster! Get OUT of the road!

I can’t stand this. I’m going inside where everyone is fully clothed. This is ridiculous.

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