"After that little shit bit me! Well actually, first it was old man Rising Sun. Don’t know why they don’t live on their own rez anyway, but he comes in and begs us to work on little Rudy. Old Man promises he won’t get out of hand, says the boy learned his lesson and can’t barely eat nothing. Says cold food makes him cry, hot food makes him cry and hard food makes him cry. He tells me, we don’t have that much food to begin with and my little grandson is starving to death."

"That old man is such a good guy, do you remember him Sheila? I don’t know what it is about his kids and their kids are even worse. My JR won’t even go on the old frontage road for fear they’ll be outside some where’s. Well, Sissie called me at home, asked what she should do, knowing what little terrors those kids are."

"Dear kind hearted sister here says, ‘You can’t refuse an old man. Might make him worry even more.’ So I tell old man Rising Sun, go ahead and bring Rudy in, but make sure he behaves."

"I think that was really nice of you."

"Nice! Shit, that kid bit the hell out of my hand, wouldn’t let go. He was like a rabid pit bull or something. We had to have a technician from surgery come down and unclamp his jaws."

"Just getting him detatched took 25 minutes," giggles Sheri.

"It weren’t funny! I lost so much blood I passed out before they got him off me. Took thirteen stitches. Thirteen."

"You know how superstitious she is."

"Yeah, thirteen stitches and then, little shit, might have given me rabies."

"They don’t know that for sure."

"They don’t know nothin’ for sure, I still had to take the rabies treatment."

By now Sheila is laughing so hard she falls off her kitchen stool and the other girls start laughing too. Sheila catches her breath and asks, "More coffee anyone?" Both Sheri and Sissie unconsciously lift up their cups and just keep talking.

"Old man Rising Sun felt so bad though didn’t he Sissie?"

"Oh, I don’t blame him but he didn’t have to tell everyone what little Rudy said."

"Well, what did little Rudy say?" asks Sheila.

"Said," barely able to control her laughter Sheri tries to say it again but can’t.

"Little shit said I tasted like roast beef," Sissie finishes the thought. Again the girls share a good laugh.

"And that was the end of your career? Just like that. I wish I could quit over something so simple."

"Yeah? What’s not so simple about your job? We saw that movie, PR people…"
 
 

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