Silas Minor ain't what they calls the sharpest saw in the tool shed, but when it come to certain matters he ain't nobody's fool. He were talking the other day while we was whittling out in front of the bus station. I were making a little wooden dog, but I cut a little too deep and decided to make a cat. Well, Silas were telling me about why him and his wife, June Bug, got along so good together. He said about three year into their marriage June Bug got to where she didn't want to get frisky anymore with him and when he asked her what were wrong, she told him it were about something he said about her mama a few days after their wedding. And she said she just couldn't see her way to forgive him. He said that were okay with him, that it warn't nothing he could do nothing about. He said his problem were he couldn't see how he were going to be able to forgive her for not forgiving him. And she said he warn't playing fair; he didn't have no right not to forgive her. And he said he knowed he were wrong, but that's just how things lay. June Bug moped around the house all that day and when they got into bed together, she said she had figured things out. If'n he would forgive her, she would forgive him. Silas told her he reckoned that were a good solution and that she were real smart to come up with it and that were one of the things what made him love her so much. That and her pretty eyes. And her sweet lips. And he said he commenced to kissing them lips and ever thing has been good in that department ever sense.
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