I’ll never forget that night driving down the interstate with that woman Jeanne last Christmas eve. We were headed to my sister Gina’s place over in Chickasaw County and we were all gonna go gambling at the Indian Casino over by the lake. Gina and Jeanne were best friends in high school. The whole time in the car Jeanne wouldn’t stop talking about how she thought her husband Jimmy was cheating on her with some red head at the bingo palace down in Okmulgee County. I told her, I said, “Why are you worried about some piece of white trash from the bingo palace when you’re a perfectly fine looking woman and you got a job and a nice car. He should be thanking his lucky stars he’s got a woman like you so stop worrying.”
She just smiled, twirling a couple of strands of bleach blond curls and blew smoke from her menthol ulta lights out the little crack in the window, and she had these long pink fingernails that she kept waving around to help get the smoke out the window. I could tell they were fake they looked kinda crooked. Then she starts going on about some guy at the Gas ‘n Go she said was gonna get fired because he was paying too much attention to the high school girls that come in after school. She just likes talking I guess. Don’t matter about what. Just so she gets the attention and a little drama don’t hurt.
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Once again, I'm just so impressed at the range of voices you can write in! This is a fabulous one. And the details in the second graph are so evocative. I keep remembering the crooked fingernails. Just brilliant.
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