What can YOU say in six sentences?
"Put that down or I'll swat you into next week!"
Teeny's Granny thrust her face up to mine so I could smell her denture breath, laced with vapor of sherry.
She poked a bony evangelical finger like a shepherd's crook at me, so close to my left eye that I could see a hangnail.
I set her sherry bottle down on the coffee table none too gently and turned toward Teeny who, if you must know, was the instigator of the wine tasting, the same Teeny who should be lying us out of trouble by saying we didn't know the pretty red liquid was alcohol and that we were awful sorry and wouldn't never do it again!
Instead, Tee grabbed at me, hand closing around my ponytail, and yanked me out of the room.
"SHIT Teeny, you about snatched me bald," I said, rubbing my scalp.
"She was fixing to blind you with that crazy finger," Teeny said. “Din't you ever see my grandpaw's picture, the old man with a eye-patch on? She caught him lookin at another woman in church and when the service was over, she finger-hooked out his eyeball right in the fellowship hall, next to the green bean casserole."
I tried to imagine what that felt like, the inside of someone's eye socket, the firm-ish jelly of the ball.
There was so much to envy about Teeny's family.
"You're lucky," I said, "none of my relatives has an eye patch or nervous ailments."
We went upstairs, then, to Teeny's room where we drank from a small jar of sherry and looked at pictures of skin diseases in a book Teeny stole from the library.