"Philip, Get the Gun" - Piece of Choice
My Paw was a man of few words. Plenty expletives, but few words of substance. He was a simple man who pursued simple desires. When he grew tired of something he would simply toss it aside and move on to greener pastures--such was the case with my Maw.
Paw tended to have a streak of immorality where the bedroom was concerned. And whenever he would run off to some woman the ladies of the holler would call Maw to tell her who Paw was tangled in the sheets with.
Each time she would call for my uncle, "Philip! Grab the gun." Maw had one gun that she alone was allowed to touch. It was a rifle that could switch to shoot shotgun shells with the flip of a switch. My uncle, loving his daddy, would always grab the gun and load it with a shotgun shell--knowing that Maw would try to shoot the gun in its rifle mode.
Many a time Maw would catch Paw at the door when he came home. She would always yell at him to get out, try to shoot at him when he continued into the house, only to believe that the gun had jammed when it wouldn't fire. She never caught on to my uncle's tampering.
One day Maw got a call that Paw was committing the worst adultery imaginable up the holler at Vadel Fitch's trailer. This particular woman had a history with Maw from their younger days, always taking her potential love interests before she had a chance to reel them in. Maw jumped up after hanging up the phone. This time in a fit of rage she grabbed the gun herself and loaded it. Maw then told Philip that he needed to follow her so he could drag his good-for-nothing daddy's corpse back to the house. Once they made it to the trailer Maw banged on the door, demanding that Walter Allen drag his sorry ass outside. Little did she know he already was.
Philip saw it while Maw continued to holler relentlessly at the door. Paw was shimmying out from underneath the trailer's side paneling, naked as the day he was born. As he got up he saw my uncle staring with his jaw dropped to the ground. Paw simply raised a finger to his lips then took off running for the tree line.
At this age Maw must have had much better ears than she has now, because she heard Paw's feet trotting and took aim. Philip tried to warn Paw that this time the gun was actually loaded with the right type of ammunition, but it was too late. There was a loud band, and then Paw went down with a bullet hole in his bare left butt cheek.
Maw slung the rifle over her shoulder with a frustrated sigh as Paw wailed in pain, "Philip, head back and get Eullean to fire up the car. Figure we better get your daddy to a doctor."
Paw tended to have a streak of immorality where the bedroom was concerned. And whenever he would run off to some woman the ladies of the holler would call Maw to tell her who Paw was tangled in the sheets with.
Each time she would call for my uncle, "Philip! Grab the gun." Maw had one gun that she alone was allowed to touch. It was a rifle that could switch to shoot shotgun shells with the flip of a switch. My uncle, loving his daddy, would always grab the gun and load it with a shotgun shell--knowing that Maw would try to shoot the gun in its rifle mode.
Many a time Maw would catch Paw at the door when he came home. She would always yell at him to get out, try to shoot at him when he continued into the house, only to believe that the gun had jammed when it wouldn't fire. She never caught on to my uncle's tampering.
One day Maw got a call that Paw was committing the worst adultery imaginable up the holler at Vadel Fitch's trailer. This particular woman had a history with Maw from their younger days, always taking her potential love interests before she had a chance to reel them in. Maw jumped up after hanging up the phone. This time in a fit of rage she grabbed the gun herself and loaded it. Maw then told Philip that he needed to follow her so he could drag his good-for-nothing daddy's corpse back to the house. Once they made it to the trailer Maw banged on the door, demanding that Walter Allen drag his sorry ass outside. Little did she know he already was.
Philip saw it while Maw continued to holler relentlessly at the door. Paw was shimmying out from underneath the trailer's side paneling, naked as the day he was born. As he got up he saw my uncle staring with his jaw dropped to the ground. Paw simply raised a finger to his lips then took off running for the tree line.
At this age Maw must have had much better ears than she has now, because she heard Paw's feet trotting and took aim. Philip tried to warn Paw that this time the gun was actually loaded with the right type of ammunition, but it was too late. There was a loud band, and then Paw went down with a bullet hole in his bare left butt cheek.
Maw slung the rifle over her shoulder with a frustrated sigh as Paw wailed in pain, "Philip, head back and get Eullean to fire up the car. Figure we better get your daddy to a doctor."