Hey, there! How do? Lonnie Carter — pleased to meet you.
I heard my buddy Tiny telling about me and Leona, and how she’s a hard-shell Baptist and all and I ain’t. I know Tiny don’t do this, but some guys act like Leona wears the pants between us, but that ain’t how it is. Don’t nobody wear pants at our house. Daggone it, you know what I mean — ain’t nobody the boss of nobody.
No, sir, me and Leona get along just fine. Sure, she’s got her notions about what’s okay and what ain’t okay, and I go along with it at home to keep the peace, but that don’t mean she runs the show. I do everwhat I want to when she ain’t around. Me and Tiny hoist a few brewskis over at him and Mary Lee’s place while we’re watching a game or whatever. And I’ve been known to dance. Tiny’ll tell you.
Leona’s friends ask her what she sees in me — I’ve heard ’em, when they thought I wasn’t paying no attention. She tells ’em I’m a good man and a good husband and I make her laugh. If them ain’t pretty fair reasons to keep a guy around, I’d like to know what is.
Say, you oughta go over and look at Laughing At Life, 2. It’s perty dern funny.
Lonnie, Tiny, Leona, and Mary Lee are all in the short story, “Lonnie, Me and the Hound of Hell”, part of a collection by the same name (99 cents American). I’m working on a collection of Lonnie and Tiny stories, and hope it’ll be out this year (2015).
Meanwhile, you can buy LONNIE, ME AND THE HOUND OF HELL all over the place. Electronic versions only, at the moment.
I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today about how to make coffee without a pot.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What do your main character’s best friend’s friends think of your main character?