Talk On, Jade Bea
Talk On, Jade BeaGod only give one gift to my wife, Jade Bea Greene, and that were the gift a’ gab. She come outta the womb a hollerin’ and a squawkin’ and she been on auto-talk ever since. But the past few days, I’s noticed a change in Jade Bea. Somethin’ appears to be eatin’ her. She ain’t her normal self. She ain’t said no more’n a handful a words, and when I ask what’s wrong, she shakes her head and says she ain’t quite sure. I thought it was some woman complaint, but she ain’t never complained about such things afore and I doubt she’d start now. No, it’s somethin’ deeper’n that. She’s hurtin’ somewhere I can’t quite reach to comfort her so this is what I did. I got in the pick-up and drove to Pickford early this mornin’ to the dry goods store and bought her a new su
