The Grape Vine

by farrahdomid

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“You heard they’re getting a divorce, didn’t you?”

Scoffs. “Well, of course they are. She’s a harlot. It’s about time he came to his senses.”

“Why, yes, but what I don’t understand is why he would marry the tramp in the first place.”

“Don’t be naïve, Betty. Why else?”

“Oh, you don’t imagine little Bobby was conceived out of wedlock, do you?”

“I don’t see why else he would allow himself to become the laughing stock of Greensburg. He’s a fine young man, a soldier at that! He could’ve had his pick. It’s a shame, really.”

“Right, well with a figure like hers, I can’t imagine she had a hard time landing Peter. He’d just gotten home from the war, for crying out loud. That woman lured him with her parts.”

“Well, we all remember her mother. The apple didn’t fall too far.

“Maureen, that apple didn’t budge.”

Laughter.

 “Have you seen her lately? She certainly has put on a few pounds.”

“It’s baby weight. Didn’t you hear she’s expecting?”

Widens eyes. “My goodness, she’s going to be a single woman of three. I may be wrong in saying this, but it sure serves her right. Maybe this time alone will teach her to pull the hot pepper out of her you-know-what.”

“I hardly believe she’ll be alone.”

“How do you mean?

Rolls eyes. “I mean, yes, she’ll be a single mother of three, but I was told she’ll continue to entertain. Women like her are never lonely.”

“So even after the divorce Peter will be laying with her? What in God’s mighty name is the point then?”

“Well, Maureen, the baby isn’t peters. That’s why he’s leaving her.”

Shakes head. “That girl is looser than change in your pocket. Who’s the poor fool?”

Whispers. “Pastor Keaton.”

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