In the rural southern town of Wrongberight, one of its sixty-four residents, vivacious Clemmie Sue Jarvis, who stands 4 feet 3, and looks as if she weighs less than a hummingbird, turned fifty-nine last week. The townsfolk say she possesses less sense than the blessed Lord gave Johnny Homer’s jackass. In fact, this dent in her personality provides them with numerous opportunities to validate their mundane existence. Therefore, when they heard what transpired on Saturday night their wagging tongues, laced with mendacities, instantly, whisper her name during church service, Sunday morning.

Blair Roundsquare, a longtime resident of Wrongberight and a writer of erotica novellas, attended church on Sunday and heard every word that the other …show more content…
Estelle Louise’s dirt driveway has metamorphosed into a slip and slide so, Clemmie Sue relaxes her foot on the gas pedal. It takes forever for her to reach the top of the driveway, and park forty feet from the trailer, between a discarded washing machine and corroded refrigerator. The moment she ascends the five steps to the front porch, a mist begins to fall. Quickly she opens the screen door and enters the trailer. She heads straight for the darkened living room, where she finds Estelle Louise in the far corner, lackadaisically rocking back and forth in her favorite rocking chair. “Sweet Jesus, Estelle Louis, why in kingdom come ain’t you gots any lights on?” Clemmie Sue wants to know.
Estelle Louise leans forward in the rocker, her large brown, lifeless, eyes focus on Clemmie Sue, and she said in a soft voice laced with threads of melancholy, “Clemmie Sue, imma guessing it be pure laziness.” “Oh jeez, Estelle Louise, there ain’t one bone in your body lazy, you be knowing that.”
“I be not knowing that Clemmie Sue. Why I be sitting here rocking away, half the day and I be thinking about bits and pieces of my life. I swear, to God almighty, I ain’t got even a thimble of