Pete had left home early that morning. He wasn’t the smartest man in this region of farms but he was a self-sufficient and helpful person. Most people didn’t mind having him around and he was actually quite helpful to the farmers doing odd jobs and helping them harvest their crops. In between seasons he visited the widows, pulling weeds from their gardens and eating at their tables. They were always glad for his help and his company. At least this is what they always said in their church charity meetings.
Today as he arrived at Addie’s back door, Pete gave his usual one worded greeting, “ Hellooooo.” Addie appeared quickly. Her faded pink dress tight across her amble bosom. The weather wasn’t very warm. Yet the front of her dress was unbuttoned, her deep cleavage pink and inviting. Pete felt the back of his neck turn red.
“I‘m about as red-necked as they come.” He thought. He tried to keep his thoughts clean and pure like the Preacher-Man said he should. But Addie’s throaty, “Hello there. You come right inside with me, now ya hear?” Was more than Pete’s pure clean thoughts could bear. He followed Addie inside and when she took his hand and led him toward her bedroom. He followed like a thirsty horse being lead to water.
Their love-making caused the afternoon to pass quickly and when the darkening shadows of the evening passed across Addie’s window Pete thought again of the garden that needed weeding and the cornbread that needed eating. He thought he would start with the cornbread.
“Oh my, will you look at the time.” Addie chimed. “Pastor Taylor and his wife will be here in an hour for dinner. You best be getting cleaned up and out of here. The bathroom is on your left.”
Wordlessly and weak, Peter staggered to the bathroom and showered. Emerging he saw that Addie had brushed his clothes and set a new pair of socks out for him. He smiled at her thoughtfulness and hurried to the kitchen. Reaching for the cornbread he felt the sting of her hand striking against his.
“Oh no, you don’t!” Addie said smacking his hand again and snatching the plate of cornbread from him. “This here is for the Preacher and his wife. You take that mess of beets I picked and get yourself on down the road. And here’s a five spot for your walk. You come back here next week, and I’ll make yo
u cornbread then.”
Peter, a man of few words, snorted his displeasure at the thought of the Preacher Man and his wife eating his cornbread and driving their air-conditioned car up to Addie’s to do so. But he obediently took the beets, the 5 spot and walked back down the dusty dirt road toward home, not pausing to wipe the dust from his eyes as he kicked his way home.
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