Nervously leaning against her mahogany bar, Mrs. Crowder took a swig from her large glass of sherry.
"You should really learn how to drank." She said lifting her glass in a form of cheers towards Maple.
"You should really learn how to stop." An unimpressed Maple replied.
"Ha! That's funnay." Mrs. Crowder said taking another gulp.
"Mrs. Crowder, I did not come here to watch you get blind stankin drunk!" Maple hissed. "Naw if you ain't gone tell why I am here and on yo property without Sheriff Rosenbaum having me in cuffs, well I'm gonna find a good reason foe him to put me in them while I'm here. Naw I didn't wont ta come here!"
"Then why did ya?" Mrs. Crowder responded slamming her glass on the bar.
"Are you serious?" Maple replied annoyed.
"As June bug in the night." She cackled.
"That's it! I'm gone!" Maple snarled! "Tell Mr. Jones, I kin find my own way home!"
Maple started to stomp off from that room.
"Wait!" Mrs. Crowder hollered out. "Please." She pleaded.
"Naw Mrs. Crowder__"
"I have some em of yo's!" Mrs. Crowder blurted.
"Whut could you possibly have that is mine?" An agitated Maple asked.
"Ya know, I have been havin trouble sleepin the past few nights. Heck the past few years!" She snorted. "And it's all because of you."
"Mrs. Crowder, I ain't go time foe this."
"You make time." Mrs. Crowder boldly replied. "You.. you kin make time." She said. "I onlay ask you for a moment ta hear me out."
"Why?"
"Why not?" She said picking up and nearly spilling her drink.
"Mrs. Crowder, I made a promise to Mr. Jones. So I will do as promised. I am of my word. So I will be generous and will give you a minute!"
"How bout two?" She snickered.
Maple started to walk away.
"Okay! One!" She yelled! "Gosh you are dang picky! Grouch!" She murmured under her breath. "Naw that I got yo undivided attention, I need to tell you...yo hair is drippin..."
"Whut?"
"Yo hair... is drippin. And it's drippin on my imported rug. Is it rainin outside or some em?"
"Waaa.. Pifft! Look Mrs. Crowder you gonna waist yo minute on my hair?" Maple said trying to save face and change the subject. Especially from Mrs. Crowder noticing that she syphoned the water from her fresh peonies."
"I was onlay sayin." Mrs. Crowder replied confused.
She threw a towel from behind her bar at Maple. Maple make shifted dried her hair.
"Satisfied?" Maple said throwing the towel back on the bar. "Now you are wastin time." Maple huffed.
"So I am." Mrs. Crowder said still trying to figure how Maple's hair was drenched.
"I said a minute. And I meant a minute." Maple fussed.
"I'm gettin to it!" Mrs. Crowder fussed back.
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The Brooch
Historical FictionLet's go back to a time when life was simple and easy. Like peaches and cream on a summer set day. And the smell of happiness was a like a hot apple pie, fresh out of the oven. Where children's laughter filled the air... Time was simple. No worries...
