Just moments prior to the somber play out of what appeared to be Maple rejecting Tator on that September 25th afternoon, another uninvited guest walked through those church doors. And the one that came through, some would wonder, was all hell about to break loose?
"What tie miss?" A sharp dressed, green eyed, tall, and devilishly handsome Brantley Wesington Pine said sneaking into the church as he leaned down whispering into his big sister, Georgia Pine's ear.
"Shhh!" Georgia murmured! "I wan hear this..."
"Well did she say I do? He asked. "Or flat out reject the bugger? Please say the latter."
"Hush up Wes!" She fussed under her breath.
"Well scootch ova then." He impatiently replied as he shimmied and squirmed to sit in an already crowded isle, right in between a solemn Andrew and a very engrossed Georgia.
"Wes, I swear if you do not position that hide of yours___"
"I'm set." He murmured while still squirming in his seat looking at his annoyed sister.
"Finally!" Georgia groaned profusely fanning herself with her handheld French lace folding fan, that just so happened to not only match the ocean blue in her eyes, but her entire form fitting outfit from her head to her toes. Hat and all... Feeling a little perturbed she deeply scowled. "Good Lawd almighty Wes! Naw that yo butt is settled, do you mind? I'm tryin ta listen."
"Uh huh..." Brantley said rolling his eyes.
"Comfortable?" She sarcastically asked.
"Better." He replied not catching onto her sarcasm. "However, no thanks to you, big sista, I woulda been here sooner, but I tried one of yo castor oil, raisin, prune, bran muffins. I think I broke the commode." He uttered squirming in his seat. "Guess it serves me right, tryin ta eat another one of yo concoction." He said as his stomach slightly gurgled. "And on that note, I'm jest sho Mutha will just love whut I left her."
"Ew..." Georgia winced disgusted.
"Ew is right." Brantley agreed.
"You are so gross." Georgia cringed.
"I'm gross?"
"Yes!" She hissed.
"I ain't the one who thought it was a good idea to mix castor oil, prunes and bran!"
"Oh hush!"
"And for breakfast!"
Doing a double take, something dawned upon Georgia as she looked at her big baby brother sitting pretty and right next to her.
"Wes?" She said sheepishly leaning over with her fan covering her lips.
"Yeah."
"Baby brotha, whut on God's green earth are ya doin here in the first place?" She fussed under her breath. "Last I checked, you were the last person, Maple would eva prevail herself to invite you, of all people, to her weddin. Scratch that." She said looking Mrs. Crowder's way. "Nonetheless... why are you here?"
"Well I see it this way, if you and Andrew kin come to this here supposeded big day... why can't tie?"
"Cause, you know how Maple feels bout you. Let alone, Tator!"
"Oh come naw sis... I'm less of a villain here than Andrew." He said nudging his very hushed and not very unamused cousin.
As if he couldn't get anymore distracting, Brantley took out of his dark blue blazer suit, a not so quiet wrapper. He crunched quite loudly on a lemon drop, like a sledgehammer to a rock! He annoyed the dickens out of all who sat nearby. Nonetheless, adverting his eyes, Brantley suspiciously looked away from Andrew and whispered only for Georgia's ears...
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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...
