For those of you who ain't from here, Katy Taylor is the town's realtor. For years, she and her husband dined on canned beans. I ran into her once at the Save-All and her cart was full of 3/$1 pintos. But now that folks are movin' to town, the houses that have been on the market for years are starting to sell, and she's startin' to live the good life. Last week, she and her husband went up to The Windy City. Low and behold if she didn't pop into a spa and have her nails done by Oprah's manicurist. Well, being from Prairie Springs, she of course had a copy of the book that's all the rage 'round here. She reached into her purse and gave her copy to the manicure woman. I'm no psychic, but I know the good Lord works in fuckin' mysterious ways. I'll bet your bottom dollar that Oprah's gonna be readin' that book. I just hope she does it while I can still get around. I don't wanna be using no cane if she invites me on her show!
Luciano, that Argentinean boy that Maxine's courtin', has been carryin' around a ring in his pocket for the past week just a-waitin' for the right time to pop the question. Every time he gets near her, my heart starts beatin' fast. I don't know what he's waitin' for. Nobody 'round here's gettin' any younger.
Since I don't got any querstions, I 'spect I'll keep on entertainin' myself. I've 'bout decided to get on over to Henna's Hair Salon and have my wig re-curled. It's a fuckin' mess. If I go on The Tonight Show, I'd hate to be lookin' like a fool. But if they ain't interested, I don't wanna spend the money. There's nobody in this town I need to impress.
Dadgumit! Katy Taylor just went and spilled her coffee. That's all for today. Now I gotta go fetch a rag and some vinegar. That'll get a coffee stain right out.
Love from Prairie Springs, Texas.
Winnie
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