The Brooch

He's Gonna Marry Me...

It was in the afterglow. The sun was soon to set...

Upon that summer's evening, at the age of twenty five and a half, Maple Joelle Woods was now an officially engaged woman...

While Maple heaved in heavy exhales to catch her breath from running like the wind, Uncle Jeffy briefly conversed with an evidently frustrated Tator, while she barricaded herself in the truck like a bird behind a cage. And Tator, no doubt, was the cat trying to catch and release her. Nonetheless, to Tator's dismay, Uncle Jeffy was the key master...

And upon hearing the joyful news that his niece was soon to be wed, Tator definitely wasn't getting in that truck. Uncle Jeffy made sure of that.

But he did give Tator just one temporary request. As long as he abided by the rules, no less...

In the meantime, Maple with her wild hair, found herself relaxed, propping her semi dried muddied up feet on her uncle's dashboard. She had finally caught her breath as she guzzled down the rest of the water in his canteen and chomped on more peppermints. The chase was over. Uncle Jeffy was there. She felt at ease as if she could finally officially breathe ...

But that feeling didn't last long, as she saw uncle Jeffy all of a sudden, walk from the front of the truck where he had been briefly chatting with Tator, and heading towards her. With a peculiar expression on his face, he walked to the passenger side and began unrigging the door.

"Uncle Jeffy? Whut are you doing? No!" She frantically tapped on the passenger's window.

"Open the doe, Madge!" Uncle Jeffy said speaking through the glass.

"Whut? No!" Maple refused.

"I promised him uh__"

"You promised whut?" She said confounded.

Uncle Jeffy just stared at her as he mumbled...

"We gone go through this again baby girl?"

Maple gawked at her funny acting uncle and then Tator who stood just a little too close by. There was a look in his eye, that made all the hairs on the back of Maple's neck stand on edge! Gulping and looking
with suspicious eyes, she adamantly refused...

"You do know I have a spare key?" He said pulling it out of his jean pocket showing it to her.

Maple still refused...

"Uncle Jeffy, we are to be married!"

"I know that."

"Then you know jest exactly why I can't open this doe!"

"I understand. But..."

"No but's Uncle Jeffy!"

"You gone open this doe?"

"You know I ain't!" Maple refused.

"Well alright have it yo way..." He said looking suspiciously at his on edge niece.

Just then, Uncle Jeffy glanced at Tator and whispered something in his ear that Maple couldn't hear.

"Whatchu talkin?" Maple fussed through the closed window. "I see you!" She scowled!

But both men just gave her the exact bizarre stare. Well that just put Maple even more on edge, as it gave her goosebumps on end.

Straight away, Maple saw her uncle nonchalantly, go around the truck. Instantaneously, she stared down a barefoot and bare chested Tator. It was concerning to her how he was unusually still and in a flash, casually standing at the passenger's door, in a now incredibly calm manner. Way too calm for her blood. Then she quickly glanced the other way, at her mystifying looking uncle, as he was now standing in an extra relaxed state of mind, at the driver's door.