Ronnie you just going to sit there and let her disrespect me in my own house?
(A mouse could no more make a u-turn in the square Ronnie found himself between his wife, mother-in-law, and sister)
Tonight they would sip the pot liquor put aside from the turnip greens as the corn and chitterlings lay on the floor.
The continued snapping of peas by Mays mother along with the song from the boiling pot called to her attention that no one would be taking her side.
Whose house are you speaking of May, the house I allow you to live in because of your marriage to Ronnie?
May was unfamiliar in the position she was in now. Always the lion and stalker she knew no defense as a prey and as if on cue, she became aware of her rapid heartbeat.
I do not say much to you May. I do not say much to you at all so when I say this take it as if God himself came down and said it for you.
If I so much as hear that you have looked sideways at Lonnie, it will be the last sight you see.
Ill be….
You’ll be dead.
(really thinking of scrapping and starting over...cant hear the right voices)
sleep
