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 “Windy, my man,” said Doc, “how are you and the
widow getting along?”
“She’s been sorta creepitatin’ up on my blind side, Doc,” Windy
said.
“Which side is that, Windy?”
“Very humoristic, Dud. Ha. Ha.”
We had all been watching, as closely as we could, the relationship
between Windy Wilson, bachelor, camp cook, cowboy, and teller of
tales … and Mamie Dilworth, aging hippie chick, starer at crystals,
vegetarian, widow.
We all knew, those of us who lived vicariously alongside the
perimeter of their friendship, that if it could’ve been filmed, it’d
be on television longer than The Flying Nun.
“Doc,” said Windy, “ol’ Mame the Dame is a awful nice lady, sure
‘nuf. I have considerationed maybe takin’ our friendship to the next
level.”
“What level is that?”
“Steve, that would be puttin’ one of my patented power sneaks on ‘er
and holdin’ hands.”
“Be careful you don’t rush these things, Windy. You’ve only known
each other a couple of years now.”
“I’ll be careful, Doc, don’t you worry none. Why, we almost got to
that there hand-holdin’ when we capper-sized that stock tank boat of
mine in the crick. Had to pull ‘er out. Weren’t no grateful smooch,
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“So why ramp it up now?”
“Valentine’s Day, Steve! Comin’ up, ain’t it. Yessir, afore long
there’s gonna be young lovers squarin’ off and smoochin’ and darin’
the world to stop ‘em from cuddlin.’ I really take to Valentine’s
Day.”
“Buy her a card yet?”
“Thinkin’ on it, Doc. But I gotta get jest the right kind. Can’t be
too moochie-smoochie or she’ll get the wrong idear. What I’m lookin’
for is one that says, ‘Mame, I kinda like you and think you’se smart
and kind, And would you like to hold hands and talk about good
stuff? And no more a-them tofu tacos, thank you.”
“That’s a tall order, Windy.”
“Valentine’s only comes oncet a year, boys.”
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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