“Well, I don’t like the way he looks at me. He gives me the feelin’ he can see right through my unee’form and all.”
“Now, Nadine, he is jes’ a man and ya know how good ya look. I thank he’s just a normal man and likes to look at the purtty ladies. Has he said anythang that upset ya?”
“Said anythang? Why of course not. He is a southern gentleman ya know. He jes’ looks.”
“Long as he jes’ looks, he is ok. Ya know Bubba, all mouth and no action.”
“Well, iffen ya say so. But, if it ain’t much trouble would ya say a word or two to ‘em for me?”
Nadine, Maude thought, when I get done with Bubba’s backside he won’t even look at his momma, much less talk. He is in one big mess right now. There goes his trip to the VFW with the boys later tonight. I can unnerstand him a-lookin’, cause Nadine deserves to be looked at with her body, but if she noticed hit, he has been up to his old routine again.
“Oh, fer yer sake, yep, I’ll say a word or three. I thank yer a-makin’ more outta this than is thar Nadine,” Maude said as she made a mental note to say much more than a word or three to the boy. Bubba would walk home to World War Three tonight after work.
For the rest of the afternoon they made small talk. They talked about things like, the coming hunting season, the new sheriff, and the coming hayride. Things went smoothly and soon Nadine was out the door.
After Nadine had left, Maude had spent the next two hours steaming with her thoughts of Bubba a-chasin’ after Nadine. Sure, Nadine looked good, but her intellectual level was right there with a grub worm. She was ‘bout as dumb as a box of mud. Great body but a dead mind. She must be a natural blond, Maude thought as she dried the last cup from the dishes. It was then she heard Bubba’s old truck pull up into the driveway.
