Willis Wardfagen and the Barbed Wire Fence

I ain't finished telling y'all about them four sisters and the boy what come to stay with them for a year or so back in the fifties. But today I run into Willis Wardfagen down at the barbershop. And he commenced to telling us about how he had moved into the guest bedroom in his house last night. He said he were happy to be sleeping there. Somebody asked if his wife run him off because of his snoring or something. He said it warn't nothing like that. He said it were his idea to move out of his wife's bed.  Willis claimed that last night he rolled over right into the barbed wire fence his wife had erected in the bed. It seems like she hadn't put it down the middle, which seems like the right thing for her to do, but it were closer to his side of the bed since she needed more room for a good night's sleep. We was all laughing thinking it were one of Willis's jokes, but then I noticed three or four little red spots on the back of his shirt were the blood had come seeping through.

Next time I'll get back to the four sisters.