"Hm?" I said.
She drawled, "Younta run down to the Piggly Wiggly and gitcha some them Natty tallboys and some chicarones? 'Dexter's on!"
She was work. Women shouldn't be like work. Women should be like fruit. Like ripe fruit. Like ripe fruit you'd buy from the corner. In Pamplona. On the way to the bullfights. Oh, the bullfights. A long way from the trailer. A long time ago.
"Dammit Ernest!! Do pay 'tention! when I'ma barkin' at you like a rabbid dawg!"
She stabbed me with a squirrel.