Kansas Twang and A Summer Thang.

Feel [Le Fin]

Today was my brother's wedding to his pretty wife. They'd been dating for a while, and were finally getting married. It'd been a long few years for them, and I was very happy to be apart of their celebration.

However . . . . not everyone was.

"I lost my dress!" Katie screamed, running by my parent's room to whoknowswhere.

"Fuck, Kathrine," Rick grunted as he walked by, holding a hefty amount of flowers and her dress a a hanger  over his shoulder.

My Ma was trimming Pa's hair with her fancy electric razor. "Mom!" Mia screamed from the kitchen. Momma jumped, her hand going to her heart and her eyes closed for a second. She glanced down at her husband's head and her eyes widened.

"Lord help her." She handed me the razor as she walked by and I finished up under his ears, completely ignoring the chunk of hair that was missing in the back of his head. For an older man, verging on fifty and some years of age, he had a nice tuft of hair. My mother's hair was thinner than my pa's, and Rick and I got his thick locks (though mine have grown out and gone away), while Mia got mom's light red sparse hair.

Baby Lucas began crying from the other room, and Mia was standing in the doorway. "Pa," she spoke, a smile on her lips, "Ma wants me to finish you up."

The old man stood up. "Well Carrie did me." His voice was rough and hard to hear, and he pulled out a bottle and spit brown into it.

Mia and I frowned. "Pa," we both chastised, "not during a wedding; that's so tacky," my sister finished.

"Raised you--"

"And sit back down. Ma cut you a bald spot." She came towards him with a spray bottle, planning on cutting his hair the old fashioned way.

Leigha sneaked in to the room and hid behind my parent's door. We all stared at her for a quiet second before Rick busted into the room and looked around. "Where's Lee?"

Mia gave him a nasty look. "I don't know. Get out of here, I'm about to change."

Clearly, he failed to notice that she was cutting our dads hair and did not have her dress with her. He turned around and went to bug more people about his problems.

Leigha, his soon to be wife, smiled and turned to look out the door, checking if the coast was clear. Her blond hair was done up beautifully, and the shorts she was wearing were ones my mother would cry at. My Pa didn't have a problem though, I noticed as he appraised her like any old fart.

"I was trying to wax my legs," she started, "but he came barging in screaming about how I'm not allowed to and I was just like--what? 'Bout punched your son, Pa."

He spit in his bottle and gave a nod.

She sneaked out and squeaked when she almost ran into James. He took a step back, glasses raised in the air. Some spilled on her, but he told her it was only water.

James gave me a glass, and Pa a glass. "Mrs. Rice says, and quote, 'Tell him to spit that darn chew outta his mouth 'fore I come in there and slap it out myself!'"

Pa gave a tiny smile and spit the chew all out into his bottle, and then drank from the cup James handed him, swished, spit it into the bottle too. I handed Mia my drink, but she declined.

We sat watching Mia cut Pa's hair when James took my hand and began walking towards the door. "Will you help me with this damn tux?" He asked. Though my mother was a big butthurt when it came to cussing, my father could care less. As long as there were no C words dropped, or the F bomb. He once kicked my cousin Burnie out of a party because he said a synonym for Richard (but with a C).