“Why would anyone live anywhere else?” Fred smiled, yellow teeth showing through a graying beard.
“Not rightfully sure bout that ma’self.” Sissy smiled back her own yellow toothed smile, lifting a stringer of silver blue fish. “Purty good catch today.”
“Fer sure. We eating good tonight. You bout ready?”
“Sure. Gotta clean ’em before we can eat ’em, and I’m bout hungry. You?”
“I could eat.”
They stood as one, and walked the dirt road barefoot the short distance to a small home on the edge of the woods to clean and eat fish beneath the beautiful evening sky.
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