Trouble

Boy, how many times have I told you to chew with your mouth closed? You want people thinking we ain’t got no manners? That we country folk? All day long you spend in that school of yours and didn’t nobody teach you you gots to chew with your lips closed? You know how to do that don’t you, boy? Just pretend I’m asking you where you’re going or who you’re going with. Cause you know you’re real good about keeping your mouth shut then. Yes, siree. Coming and going like you got business to tend to, up at all hours of the night, leaving lights on like electricity is free. Don’t you try to deny it. It ain’t gonna do you any good I tell you. I know when I’m right and I’m right this time. Hell, it’s my house, I’m right any damn time I please. Don’t be rolling your eyes at me. I’ll snap you around so quick, you really will have eyes on the back of your head. Now, git. I’m sick of looking at you. Where you off to without giving me a hug and a kiss? You know I don’t mean nothing by any of it. God knows you’re the smartest in the bunch. I only say this to put a fire under your ass, to make something of you. There’s no sense in someone so smart wasting away around here. You leave that to those good for nothings sitting on that stoop out there. From sun up to sun down they sit their numb asses on that concrete, waiting for what I don’t know. Trouble most likely. Trouble is all they be good for. That ain’t you. No siree. Now just sit on down here and keep me company. A person gets lonely eating alone.

Posted on 12/14 at 09:05 PM in Writing

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