Sunshine Valley

Smith

     “Hi Smith.” Dillon smiled at Evie.

     Evie heard the sound of spitting. “I guess that be y we just keep lectin’ you?”

     “What did you think of the show?” Dillon asked. 

     “Waitin’ on ‘nother show.” She spat.

     Evie leaned up, “what other show?”

     “Spect he’d ask fur your hand.” She spat. “Weddin’s make me cry.”

     “Done did.” Evie held up her hand, the ring sparkled in the moon light.

     She spat, “when u tiein’ the knot?”

     “Now, if she’d let me.” Dillon teased. 

     “U not gitten’ yunger. What ‘bout babies?”

     Evie blushed, “I’m a little long in the tooth to be poppin’ out babies.”

      Smith spat, “maw was 55 when she had me. Thought she was done with the change n all.” She spat, laughing, “one more bun in the oven.”

     “She was a better woman than me.” 

     “Evie brought some snacks. Wanna join us?”

     She spat, “snacks?”

    Dillon helped Evie out of the back of the truck. It was then she noticed the shotgun draped over Smith’s arm. They spread out the blanket to sit on. Makin’ sure not to put it in Smith’s chaw juice. Remarkably they didn’t see any. Dillon handed her the basket and she sat with her back against a tire. Dillon sat beside her. Smith spat before she sat across from them. 

     Evie spoke as she emptied the basket, “I tried to cut out a shooting star but the tail fell off.” The sandwich she handed to Smith was in the shape of a star. She pulled out a full moon and a crescent moon. “I tried to make them festive. We have some nabs, some chocolate, nuts and hot chocolate.” Dillon held a cup while Evie poured, passin’ it over to Smith.

     “Milk or water,” Smith asked?

     “Milk?” Evie answered. 

     Smith nodded at Dillon, “a keeper this one.”

     Dillon kissed the top of her hand, “I know.”

Sunshine Valley