My sister-in-law-Cora is about as dumb as any ring tailed coon that ever climbed a tree. My brother was the most intelligent one in our family and it beats the shucks out of me how he could have chosen such a wife as Cora. That woman has no more sense than a Bessie bug. I despair of how those kids will turn out. I do what I can but what can one woman do with such a one as Cora.
Annie Lee, you know my sister-in-law Cora. Honey, I want to tell you that woman hit a new low last week when I wasn’t at home, she sneaked into my house looked through all by letters and bills, read every written word she could find in the house. I feel sorry for my poor brother, but he made his bed and he has to lie in it. I just wish he would keep her out of my business. We come from a proud family, and it beats the heck out of me how my own brother could have been so addle brained as to choose the wife he did. The gall of that woman is beyond me. She lets those kids of hers run around loose as a pack of hounds, too. I don’t know what’s to become of them.
Arabelle, honey, I do declare Cora’s not one to write home about, but aren’t you being a little hard on her? She does have that house full of children and I’d say the poor thing hardly gets a chance to get out of the house unless she runs across the field to see you and Grady. She didn’t do a bit of harm, now did she? Did you have anything you didn’t want her to set eyes on, or were you just miffed about her scrabbling around in your things? Now, I’m not saying it was right but you have to give the poor thing some leeway, knowing the shape she’s in, and who does she have to look to if not her husband’s people. You know she’s got none of her own. Seems to me you could be a bit more tolerate since she’s your own brother’s wife.
Annie Lee, I tell you she just plain gets my goat. I love those children to pieces, but you know just last month I went to the Thrift Store all the way over to Canton and bought those kids good clothes with what little money I could spare, and you know I don’t have much to spare. I wanted them to have something decent to wear to school. I feel for those kids, Annie Lee. They’re my own flesh and blood. My mama would turn over in her grave to see her grandkids sent off to school in such a pitiful shape. I packed those good clean clothes in a big suitcase that I bought along with the clothes at the Thrift Store. I took them right to the house and handed them to Cora.
Well, see there Arabelle, you did a good deed and the children will thank you every day when they put on those nice clothes. Doesn’t that give you a good feeling knowing you did a good thing for your kin?
No, Annie Lee, it doesn’t. I dropped by Cora’s the very next day about the time the school bus brings the kids home. I wanted to see how nice they looked in their good clothes, and would you believe they had on the same old raggedy ass clothes. Not a one had on their new clothes. I didn’t say a word. I just turned tail and went home.
Oh, my lordy, Arabelle, what can be done with such a one as Cora? I declare I can see why your dander is up. Well, honey, thanks for that glass of ice tea. It sure is nice sitting out here on your front porch chatting. You surely do have a pretty view looking up at the mountains. You come to see me when you have time. I want to show you how nice my canned peaches look after I got them all put up. Now you be sweet. Bye, bye, Sugar.
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LOL @Ken
That was a great story 
Great story Ruby. I wonder just what was in that tea.
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