“How tall is she?”
“Ah reckon about six foot.”
Martin whistled and looked at Lorenz. “I didn't think any woman would be taller than Tante Anna.” He was impressed. “Is she married?”
“Naw, she won't even look at a man. She beat the hell out of one fellow that tried to kiss her.”
Young James gasped. “Your Mama will wash your mouth out with soap if you talk like that,” he declared.
“Sez who?”
Martin laughed. “Young James should know. She's washed out his mouth enough times.”
Lorenz raised his eyebrows. The notion of anyone washing out his mouth went against the grain.
James would not retreat. “She has not! Only twice, and besides, it was your fault, Martin.”
“Young James, shut up!” Martin was not the older for nothing. “We are talking.” He turned his attention Lorenz. “Did y'all live
