Maude looked around the mo’bile home and was not happy. She had expected much more in her life at the age of fifty, only things had not gone well for her at all. In high school she had had such high hopes and such big dreams. Sure, she’d married Bubba (the man of her dreams) and they lived well, but it was still not what she expected outta life. In a way, Maude was mad at the way life had treated her and Bubba. Bubba worked hard and was successful in his own way, but there was more to life than a new truck, gun rack, and a double wide mo’bile home, right?
There was knock on the door and Maude knew it was Nadine Lucille. Nadine worked down at Andy’s café and was a knockout by any standard. Most of the men went by for coffee just to see her when she was working. She had a big chest, nice firm rump, beautiful face, and Maude hated her for those assets. Why couldn’t the woman be just a little overweight like some redneck women? Maude walked to the door and opened it.
Nadine was standing there with Taterhead, the beagle, jumping on her right leg. That dawg is at it again, thought Maude, He is such a jumper. I should have Bubba take him behind the house and thump him once behind the ear with a big stick.
But, she smiled at Nadine and said, “Just ‘nore him honey. He’s a lot like Bubba. He is jus’ happy to see ya is all.”
“I done been ‘norin’ his buns, but he won’t stop,” Nadine said with more than just a hint of anger in her voice.
“Taterhead! You go and count the chickens. Get outta heah and now!” Maude screamed and moved toward the dog.
Taterhead, scared, quickly moved back away from Nadine, but started to growl at the two women. His fur was standing up and his teeth were bared. Saliva dripped from his open mouth.
“He looks just like Bubba when he’s innerested in sex an’ I say no,” Maude said and followed her statement with a loud horse like laugh.
