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LaShawn : And then I pledged Tri Delt at
SMU. And I sure
never thought I'd end up in a poky little place like
Childress. Then I met old Randall here at an Aggie
game and he was an animal husbandry major. So we've
been here for a month and he got the foreman job
over at Roy Taylor's ranch. Like it or not, here I
am!
Lureen : Was you Tri Delt? I was Kappa Phi myself.
LaShawn : Well, even though we ain't quite
sorority sisters
we just may have to dance with ourselves, Lureen.
Our husbands ain't the least bit interested in
dancin'. They ain't got a smidgen of rhythm between
them.
Lureen : It's funny, isn't it? Husbands don't never
seem to wanna dance with their wives. Why do you
think that is, Jack?
Jack : I don't know, I never give it any thought.
Wanna dance?
LaShawn : Yes, thank you.
Jack : Do you mind?
Randall : No, it's all right. Go ahead. All right.
LaShawn : Pardon us. Thank you for asking me to dance
with you. I really appreciate that. Randall never
does. Last time I did, I think it was our wedding.
It's a good thing you and Lureen
happened along
when you did or else we'd still be stuck on the side
of the road in that darn pickup. I told Randall we
ought to take the car. Of course, he'd never listen
to me. He wouldn't listen to me if he was goin' deaf
tomorrow. I told him it'd take more than chewing gum
and baling wire to fix that
pickup. Well,
he's never been very mechanical, though.
Jack : You ever notice how a woman will powder her
nose before she goes to a party? And then she'll
powder it again once the party's over. I mean, why
powder your nose just to go home and go to bed?
Randall : Don't know. Even if I wanted to know, I
couldn't get a word in
with Lashawn long enough to ask. Woman
talks a blue streak.
Jack : Lively little gal. You'll like working for Roy
Taylor. He's solid.
Randall : Yeah, Roy. He's a good old boy. He's got a
little cabin down on Lake Kemp. Got a crappie house,
little boat. Said I could use it whenever I want. We
ought to go down there some weekend. Drink a little
whiskey, fish some. Get away, you know?
LaShawn : That was right out of SMU. I could've had
my pick of pretty much any job in North Dallas. So
my pick was Neiman Marcus, which was a disaster
because, honey, where clothes is concerned, I got no
resistance. I was spending more than I made. More
than Randall ever will make. We come out here
thinkin' that ranchin' was still big hats and
Marlboros. Boy, were we
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