A visit to The Bait Barrel

Stella here.

Miz Gooch's piano's still settin' out there. Told ya nobody was gonna take it.

At least it ain't been rained on.

(Yet.)

Well, weren't t'day just th' finest kind o' day!

Harvey n' me, we drove over t' The Bait Barrel t' see how they was doin' an' t' see how Lorraine an' Chad Davis's grandaughter was makin' out.

Back on June 5 I wrote a mite about how she's up here waitressin' f'r th' summer from Connecticut.

Seems I mentioned then it looked as if she might be followin' in Rah Rah's (oops, I mean Lorraine's) footsteps regardin' th' fellas. And it looks as if she's got herself a steady stream o' fellas, alright. They was a couple of 'em hangin' around th' counter drinkin' coffee an' watchin' her an' lookin' right foolish.

That girl's wearing about th' tightest, lowest cut jeans I ever did see, an' showin' a tattoo on her... well, I'd say it's her upper be-hind, but Harvey said 'twas only th' back o' her hip.

Harvey also said 'twas a picture of th' sun a-shinin'. I hadta take his word cuz I wasn't about t' stare, an' he was sittin' where he c'd see better'n me.

That girl better watch out, though. I got married t' Harvey when I was just her age, but we'd been sparkin' ex-clusive for a time. I don't think Cheryl (that's her name) has got any notion o' hitchin' up with anybody any time soon. I'd say girls is diff'rent now-a-days, but Lorraine was close onta 30-some when she latched onta Chad. And she run around plenty b'fore she did. I guess Cheryl's a lot like her.

Th' Bait Barrel was doin' a steady business while we was there. Lot o' cars From Away in th' parkin' lot.

It always amazes me, Moose Cove bein' as tiny as it is an' not even on most maps, how many folks seem t' stumble onto it anyway.

We had a nice time, though, an' we'll prob'ly go back t' The Bait Barrel again when we get another day like t'day.

We get cooped up enough in th' winter... gotta take ad-vantage while th' weather's good!

Harvey commented, as we was drivin' home, that it's a good thing Cheryl's goin' back t' Connecticut 'fore th' winter comes. He said what with them low-cut jeans o' hers, she'd be a sure-fire candidate f'r a bad dose o' rheumatism soon as it turns cold!

I kep' silent, but I was thinkin' that if that sun she had tattooed on her butt was what she was countin' on t' keep her warm, he was prob'ly right.

That's enough f'r now.

Love,

Stella