A hop, skip and jump from Portsmouth, Virginia is the rural town of Wrongberight, where intermittent summer rainstorms, have transformed the roadways, into a slippery mess. One of the community’s lifelong resident’s, Clemmy Sue Jarvis, a petite, vivacious woman of sixty-three, would rather dance the Virginia Reel with a skunk than drive on rain soaked roads. However, late Saturday afternoon she has no other choice, but to cautiously, ease out of her driveway, turn south onto Flat Bottom Road and follow it along the edge of the Dismal Swamp to the isolated home of her dearest friend Estelle Louise. For the past forty years, Clemmie Sue has traveled this route and knows it as well, as she knows the lyrics, to - ‘Carry Me Back to
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“Estelle Louise, why ain’t y’all ready? Y’all be knowin’ another storm be ridin’ in.” “Imma guessin’ time just ran right past me. I be sittin’ here half the day just rockin’ away and Imma thinkin’ about bits and pieces of my life. I be figurin’ imma nothing but po’ white trash who ain’t gots even a thimble of luck.” Clemmy Sue flops on the day bed and says, “Oh jeez, Estelle Louise, stop talkin’ such nonsense. You ought to be knowin’ what my daddy always be sayin’, that the mighty man upstairs ain’t square dancin’ to our calls cause he gots a rhythm all his own. Honey, today be your double nickel birthday and I gots a feelin’ he be filling your thimble full of luck by the end of this here day.” “I do declare, I hope that there be true.” Estelle Louise wiggles and jiggles her three hundred-forty pound, five-foot-six frame out of the rocker, snatches up her pocketbook, and she and Clemmy Sue hasten for the front …show more content…
She immediately rummages under the seat and found, a large black plastic trash bag, a roll of duct tape, and jerry-rigged a makeshift window. Shortly after she finishes, Clemmie Sue climbs into the pickup, her long curly grayish blonde hair is a mess of sopping tangles, and the mud had liberated her shoes from her feet. Clemmy Sue instantly notices her newfangled window and says, “Lord have mercy, Estelle Louis, I wants to be thankin’ y’all a heapin’ bunch for mendin’ that there winder.” “Wont nothin’,” Estelle Louise said. “Clemmy Sue, It be mighty wet out yonder and we be lookin’ mighty poorly, so imma thinkin’, maybe we ought not be goin’ to Ruby’s tonight.” “Oh! Hells bells, this here piddlin’ rain ain’t nothin’ but a frog wash and imma sure Ruby ain’t gonna care what we be lookin’ like, so long as we gots money,” says Clemmy Sue as she puts the truck in gear and heads towards the main road. As they approach the end of the driveway Estelle Louise said, “Since we be this here close to my mailbox, I wants to be checkin’ my mail.” “No can do, cause your box be sittin’ square in the middle of a water
“Estelle Louise, why ain’t y’all ready? Y’all be knowin’ another storm be ridin’ in.” “Imma guessin’ time just ran right past me. I be sittin’ here half the day just rockin’ away and Imma thinkin’ about bits and pieces of my life. I be figurin’ imma nothing but po’ white trash who ain’t gots even a thimble of luck.” Clemmy Sue flops on the day bed and says, “Oh jeez, Estelle Louise, stop talkin’ such nonsense. You ought to be knowin’ what my daddy always be sayin’, that the mighty man upstairs ain’t square dancin’ to our calls cause he gots a rhythm all his own. Honey, today be your double nickel birthday and I gots a feelin’ he be filling your thimble full of luck by the end of this here day.” “I do declare, I hope that there be true.” Estelle Louise wiggles and jiggles her three hundred-forty pound, five-foot-six frame out of the rocker, snatches up her pocketbook, and she and Clemmy Sue hasten for the front …show more content…
She immediately rummages under the seat and found, a large black plastic trash bag, a roll of duct tape, and jerry-rigged a makeshift window. Shortly after she finishes, Clemmie Sue climbs into the pickup, her long curly grayish blonde hair is a mess of sopping tangles, and the mud had liberated her shoes from her feet. Clemmy Sue instantly notices her newfangled window and says, “Lord have mercy, Estelle Louis, I wants to be thankin’ y’all a heapin’ bunch for mendin’ that there winder.” “Wont nothin’,” Estelle Louise said. “Clemmy Sue, It be mighty wet out yonder and we be lookin’ mighty poorly, so imma thinkin’, maybe we ought not be goin’ to Ruby’s tonight.” “Oh! Hells bells, this here piddlin’ rain ain’t nothin’ but a frog wash and imma sure Ruby ain’t gonna care what we be lookin’ like, so long as we gots money,” says Clemmy Sue as she puts the truck in gear and heads towards the main road. As they approach the end of the driveway Estelle Louise said, “Since we be this here close to my mailbox, I wants to be checkin’ my mail.” “No can do, cause your box be sittin’ square in the middle of a water