Earline and her Mama

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Added: Thu. Jan 26, 2012 3:11pm
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"You sure know how to pick ‘em, Earline.” 

“Mama, you’ve made sum mistakes with men, too.” 

“Earline, we ain’t talkin’ about my mistakes this mornin’ – we’re talkin about yours.” 

“Yes, mama, but I didn’t know that he dranked wen I took up with him.” 

“Are you stoopid? What did you think was in them paper cups – sody pop? An didn’t you smell it?” 

“All I smelled was his chewin’ tabaca, mama, but it don’t matter now – he’s dead and I killed him.” 

“Hell yes you did, and now you got to figur’ out what to do about it – how to git rid of his sorry body.” 

“Why can’t I dump him in the old septic tank where you dumped the three husbans you poisoned?” 

“I guess you can – I can’t have nothin’ private – can’t have nothin’ to myself.” 

“We’re a lot alike, mama.” 

“We ain’t nothin’ alike, Earline – I ain’t never stabbed no man in the belly with a butcher knife while he was sleepin.”

 “No, but you killed ‘em, just the same.” 

“Shut up that smart mouth of yours and hurry up, now – we ain’t got but 30 minutes until church starts.”

 “Yes, mama.”