11/10/2023 0 Comments Evil greenie squeedHe’d grown a scraggly beard that covered some of his face but left enough out in the open so you knew he was hiding acne scars and plain scars from living. Greenie was set up in the recliner, feet on the floor, and had an old 10 gauge shotgun in his lap. After he hollered into the house, a “Come on in” came back. That old black poodle Greenie’s mom kept chained to the porch growled when Michael come up. This stretch of road made Michael feel like there weren’t no God. The land surrounding was ugly brush and some half-ass pines the Blakes had planted themselves in the hopes of selling them the way they clear cut the hardwood forest that’d been there before. Greenie’s place was in the bend where the road snaked back on itself almost turning completely around the way it’d come, as if the road had been heading toward the Blakes’ and then thought better of it. “You not going to believe this.” Cocker been the only one who’d visited him in prison. The drink he’d just drunk burned its way down his throat. Greenie pulled the handle to recline the recliner. Outside, he opened one of the beers to drink as he walked on and put the other in the pocket of his Dickies, but it stuck out because of the pistol he had in there. “Probably better not to have a vehicle around at all.” “You think it’s a good idea not to have a quick getaway you going to see Greenie.” “You know Greenie’s back,” the clerk said. Inside the gas station, Michael picked up two Millers and asked for some chew. For months, people would drive by Donald’s place to see that burnt spot and that broke chair. Instead of running, he pulled up a cracked plastic Adirondack chair to wait for the sirens. He put the body in that Camaro Donald loved so much and set it on fire. He killed Lucille’s brother with his bare hands. Otherwise, he sure as hell’d be taking that gun. Then he said he was going on over to Donald’s telling everyone who wanted to stop him that he was only going to talk. They say he went back home where he hid his granddaddy’s gun. Michael wasn’t allowed outside when Greenie’s Oldsmobile Cutlass was next door, but he could see the huge man leave that camper and come at that old car like it was what had laid up his cousin, and even as he was backing out, he screamed and beat a fist against the dash. It wasn’t a secret how he felt about his cousin. People later said Greenie heard him say it and went straight to see what he’d done to Lucille. The police took Donald in for drunk and disorderly.Īfter that, Donald said he wished they’d let him kill her. She didn’t press charges-the Blakes never did. Donald ran at her like a bull set to rage over the flapping of her oversized T-shirt and the flash of her legs that had sent Michael mad, too. Lucille watched from the kitchen window as her brother threw her belongings out of the camper.She pushed Michael’s mom down to burst from their door yelling at him to stop. Sure enough, his Camaro raised the dust as it shot up the drive. He called her to tell her he was on his way over to kill her. They’d gotten into some kind of fight at the family softball game earlier that day. When she let Lucille in, she explained that under no circumstances was she to go outside if her brother Donald showed up. Finally, Lucille said that if her brother killed her his mom was to blame. Michael was sweating as she started kicking the front door, and his mom screamed at her to go away. She asked his mom to be let in, said that her brother was coming for her. He watched her that day from his kitchen window as she run over to them, half naked. He was sixteen and still in school, and his mom hated her, but he watched Lucille lay out in the front yard or at night backlit in the window only wearing a bra. Lived there for free cause it was Blake land, but they were too lazy to work it, and so leased it to the Cox brothers, except for the small plot with that Fleetwood trailer. Michael’d first met Greenie because of Lucille, who lived across the field in a camper with the dirt drive separating her place and Michael’s family. The Baptist preacher called them Antediluvian before they quit going. Some twist in their DNA made them giants. The Blakes formed some foul stitch that ran through the town’s tapestry. Sumerville, North Carolina, had plenty of Blakes and none of them worth a damn. Better he explain things than let someone else do it. After that he’d best go see Greenie Blake. They sold out-of-date groceries and cold beer. Michael was almost to the gas station that didn’t sell gas.
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