Sister is Fussing Again

Sister and Guthrie

Child, we went to visit Sister yesterday and there she was just fussing at Guthrie something awful. He was setting there in his big old rocker rocking that pukey little dog of his and that dog was howling, honey it was pitiful. That dog is so spoiled it just makes you want to say, get some sense in your heads people. It’s just a dog. It ain’t no golden idol. But Guthrie is a fool about that dog. He takes it to Checkers and buys it hamburgers and French fries. By all rights that dog ought to be dead but he’s still kicking. And howling and whining. That dog follows Guthrie around like he was some kind of God. I never seen the like of it.

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It does get on Sister’s last nerve, and I say Sister. Sister, I say, why don’t you just haul that dog off and drop him across the mountain where Guthrie will never find him. He’ll never know the difference. I’ll tell him I saw them old Blackmon boys sneaking up the trail and he’ll think for sure they got his dog. But Sister says no. She won’t do it. She’s afraid Guthrie would beat the stuffins out of them triflin boys. And I guess he would at that.

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Sister was carrying on about getting her garden planted. She said the moon ain’t just right to get her seeds in the ground and she can’t plant till the moon is right. Well, Sister, I said, you ain’t planting on the moon. You are planting right here on this mountain. What do you care what the moon is doing. But Sister got all that stuff about the moon from mama. Mama wouldn’t sow seed one if the moon wasn’t right. She went by her almanac to do her planting, and honey. You should have seen her bountiful garden. Sister’s the second image of mama. You never seen the like of them big old pretty tomatoes that comes out of Sister’s garden, and her okra, honey it just makes my mouth water to think about a pan of Sister’s good fried okra.

Well, if Sister knowed I was telling y’all anything about her and Guthrie she would slap me winding. Sister ain’t that big but you get Sister riled up and you have got trouble. Honey, She will chew you up and spit you out. You ought to see her take a hickory switch to them smart mouth younguns of hers. You can’t win with Sister. You might just as well set down and shut up unless you want an ass whipping, and honey, I really don’t.

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