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Corrine hummed as she stirred the pot of beans suspended above the cookfire, which she’d let burn down to embers. The sun had set, but even though it wasn’t full dark yet, flames would signal their location to anyone—lawmen or outlaws—who might be scouting the area.
Seated on side-by-side boulders several yards away from her, Irv and Ernie were watching Corrine, sharing a jar of moonshine, and discussing whether or not to risk distilling tonight.
“What do you think, Ernie?”
“Her beans are right tasty.”
Irv growled with annoyance. “Not talking about her. What do you think about firing up the stills?”
Ernie took off his newsboy cap and fanned his face with it. “What’s Laurel say?”
“She said to lay low at the first sign of trouble. Made me promise. But before that, she was expressing concern about our shortage caused by last night’s shutdown.”
“I hate to worry her about that.”
“She’d hate to see us landed in jail or shot. So, tell me what you think?”
“I don’t know, Irv. Might be imprudent.”
“Where’d you get a word like imprudent?”
“My granddaddy used it whenever he got an itch on the back of his neck. Meant he sensed trouble. He’d say it might be imprudent to cook that night.”
“Well, I wish he was here to tell us if his neck was itching. But since he ain’t, what do you think?”
Ernie turned his gaze to Corrine. “If it was just you and me, I’d say to hell with it, let’s take our chances. But it ain’t just us two we’ve got to consider anymore.”
Irv looked back and forth between Ernie and the girl, and clarity dawned. “Good God a’mighty. It’s like that, is it?”
Ernie grinned. Rather stupidly, Irv thought. “She and me have took up.”
“Hell, Ernie, you’re old enough to be her—”
“Uncle. We figured it out.”
“Have you figured out how you’re going to support her?”
“She won’t cost much. She don’t take up hardly any room. She’s little but carries her weight. Like an ant.” He grabbed the jar of whiskey away from Irv, took a swig, and, keeping his eyes forward, said, “I know what’s got your dander up. You’re thinking how can I like her after she’s been a whore.”
“I don’t judge the girl for that. You ought to know me better, Ernie. I just didn’t see this coming. Took me by surprise, is all.”
“You and me both,” Ernie said, smiling in that stupid way again. “Me looking how I do, I never counted on having a woman. But Corrine said she’s no raving beauty, either. She looks fine to me, though. Appearances don’t matter.”
Irv shook his head and chuckled. “No, I guess they don’t, or my Dorothy would never have taken to me.”
“Beans are ready,” Corrine called from across the clearing. “Are y’all gonna come eat or continue to talk about me like I ain’t here?”
After gathering around the fire and filling their tin plates, Corrine said, “I got an opinion on whether or not we do a run.” Snootily, she added, “If anybody’s interested.”
“Let’s hear it,” Irv said.
“How do you spell imprudent?” she asked Ernie.
As an aside to Irv, he said, “I’m helping her with her letters.” Then to Corrine, “E-m-p-r-o-o-d-u-n-t. I think. It means—”
“I figured out what it means,” she said. “And I think if your granddaddy was here, he’d say his neck was itching something fierce and we should lay low.”