he always wondered why she left…real busy career gal…never time for anything but work…guess somebody had to…
she’d take off on the road sellin’ some kind of policies to people…all over the state she’d drive…from one town to the next like some old medicine show…had people lined up to hear her deal…she liked to talk…
roles were reversed somehow…he did all the housework…the cookin’ and cleanin’…tended to the garden in the backyard…raked leaves in the fall…kept the place up real nice…
gave him an allowance…told him not to spend it all in one place…’nough for him to buy groceries and have a little extra for beer and shots come night time…he’d sit there all by himself downin’ cheap whiskey and Old Style…tryin’ to forget his reality…
she’d plan out his week for him ‘fore she left town every Monday…a list of chores were to be tended to…towards the end he was beginnin’ to slip up on his responsibilities…he was startin’ to let things go…the drinkin’ was startin’ to takeover til he couldn’t hide it no more…the chores list was tossed aside…
then one day she was gone…left for the road and never came back…folks said they saw her two or three counties over…some said they seen her down state with another man…some tall cool as a cucumber number…man who wore Polo shirts and cologne…
he always wondered why she left…
