Strange Short Tales
Charles E. Wells
Copyright Charles E. Wells 2011
Published by Wellston Publishing at Smashwords
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Dublin, Georgia 31021
Ann Chowldins looked at her husband seated across the table, smiled, and then looked about the restaurant filled with patrons. The early dinner crowd was in full blossom. Bobby Joe, noticing his wife's roaming eyes, also scanned the room full of neatly dressed people.
"You know something, Ann? I've got a sick feeling about this place...know what I mean? I'll just bet you it'll cost us ten bucks for the tip alone."
Ann snapped one finger over her lips and shushed. "Not so loud, Bobby, somebody will hear you and that southern drawl voice of yours. The last time that happened, we were stuck talking with half the people in the place for an hour. I honestly don't know why the people here in Boston find your rebel accent so interesting. You'd think they would be antagonized by it."