Oh That Sound
“But mah dee-uh, sh-oughly you cain’t be seery-us,”
this fine southern woman said to me, sitting in a salon chair
with her curls being perfectly set by an overpaid stylist,
“Whut do you mean you’ve nevah gotton yauh hay-uh dunn?”
It wasn’t the first time that my “do” was commented on
and I was sure that it would not be the last. Such is the life
of a less-than-southern woman. I smiled back with affection –
she was a recently acquired family member and I loved
every moment of it. The fifty-something-you’d-best-not-guess-how-old
leaned forward between curls and sipped at her tea, always sweet.
“In mah guhlhood, I would nevah hay-ve gone aowt!”
Over the next four hours, I had my “hay-uh dunn”
and my “nayals dunn” like “ruhspectable fulk” while being prodded
as to whether or not my “yung may-yun” was “treetin’ you raht.”
After being away for so long, I couldn’t imagine leaving again.
Here's to posting a first draft.