Her whispy grey hair billowed around her grizzled face like a storm cloud. The venom in her eyes was unmistakable.
"You think you hussies can come in here and make all of our men forget their wives?"
I shifted on the rotting bar stool I was sitting on, put my beer down and turned from the conversation I'd been having with a town lifer. It wasn't clear if the difficulty I had understanding him was from an obvious dental situation that encouraged his inadvertent whistling, or my lack of education in the slang that seemed to be common knowledge to the regulars.
I smiled at the brash defender. Patted the seat beside me. "First of all," I said as she sat down. "I'm too young to be a hussy and too old to be a slut. So you're gonna have to find something else to call me. And...we're not here for your men."
She cocked her head up to look in to my eyes. My look of bemusement confused her.
"Well," she said slowly. "What on god's green earth are you doing here then?"
Good question.
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