This is my entry in
Literotica 2022 April Fools Day Story Contest
, set in small-town western America in 1975. Don't worry, the joke's not on you.
"Want me to freshen that?" Peg had a coffee pot in hand with just enough coffee left to swirl around the bottom.
Abner pushed his cup across the counter. "Sure, why not? I ain't sleepin' any time soon."
Only the brightest lights from outside showed through the diner's big windows: headlights on the highway, the traffic light at Main changing from yellow to red, the flickering neon sign on Shorty's little market across the street. Inside, a young waitress bent over a booth to wipe off a table, and the salt and pepper shakers clattered against the napkin dispenser as she arranged them.
The coffee in the pot was hardly fresher than the coffee Abner already had, but Peg emptied it into his cup. He watched the view from behind as Peg poured water into the coffee maker and added grounds for the next pot.
The way Peg pinned her hair up, the way she tied that stained apron across the spread of her hips, even the way her red lips curled when she turned back and found him watching—they had all become familiar.
Peg stopped and watched the new girl work as a train rumbled on the tracks out past the highway. "You done your taxes yet?"
"I have a mess to file this year." Abner turned to look when a pickup blasted its horn. Some kid whooped from the passenger seat as it ran the red light, and Abner looked back at Peg. "More mouth-breathers from Edgarville?" He cocked his head at Peg. "Doc Dillon finally passed?"
"Did. Now it looks like I'm gonna have a little time for another book keepin' client."
"I'm in," Abner said, and gave Peg a thumbs up while the waitress tossed her cleaning rag on the counter and climbed onto the stool beside him. Peg dropped the rag into a bucket under the counter and pointed at the girl. "Abner, you know Jeanie? This is her second night."
Jeanie tossed her dark ponytail over her shoulder and stopped chewing her gum to smile. She was young enough to be Abner's daughter. That upturned little nose was kinda cute.
"How long have you guys known each other?" Jeanie asked.
Peg rolled her eyes. "Since grade school, and that's been an age. I've been here all that time, but Abner, he's been gone for a while."
"Must be good to get outta here," Jeanie said. She rubbed her forearms and shivered. "It's chilly in here and it's slow. Jake's even sleepin' in back."
Abner tipped his cup and finished his coffee. "Snow tomorrow, so count your lucky stars tonight."
Peg glanced into the kitchen. "Jake can sleep as long as the kitchen's clean and the place is empty." She checked the coffee pot and then the clock over the order window. "It'll be hoppin' after the Continental bus gets in."
The minute hand clicked past twelve, and Peg gave Abner a wink. "It just turned April. You could tell Jeanie your April Fool's Day story. That'll keep her busy."
Abner pushed his empty cup away. "Hardly anyone's heard that story but you, and it was years ago." He cocked his head at Jeanie. "Peg hears all the stories."
Jeanie turned on her stool to face Abner. "Go ahead. I'm not goin' anywhere, and I love old lies."
Abner raised one eyebrow at Jeanie then nudged his cup toward Peg. "Keep it comin', and you'll get a story."
Peg splashed coffee from the fresh pot into Abner's cup and leaned against the counter to listen.
"Guess you'd say I was a late bloomer," Abner said. Peg laughed and covered it up with a cough. "Mom was startin' to worry about me. I was eighteen and about done with school, but I was still a skinny, pimply kid. Didn't know my way 'round girls at all.
"My big sister, Megan made fun of me all the time, and mostly I didn't even get it. She was a piece of work, let me tell you. She was two years older than me and married a railroader when she was right outta school. He was gone a lot, and that left her with time on her hands."
"Her and that Sharon Saddler," Peg said. "Not Sherry, mind you. Sharon. They were the biggest gossips around."
Jeanie stopped Abner from going on. "Wait, is that the Saddlers with the big ranch down south of here?"
"Yep," Abner said. "'Sharon married into that, and that made her and Meg cousins. I mean, their husbands were cousins, so it was like they were family.
"They sat together up front in church like they were better than us, and if there was anything you needed folks to know, you just told either one of 'em. People from Sherman to Horse Springs would know about it in a New York minute."
A gust of wind shook the diner, and sand rattled against the front windows. "Maybe that storm'll be here a little early," Peg said.
Abner shrugged. "Could happen."
"Back in those days, the Volunteer Fire Department had a fundraiser every April Fool's Day. They called it the Liar's Auction. The idea was to donate somethin' worthless and give the auctioneer a funny lie about why it was so valuable.
"Like old Ms. Webster that year—she gave 'em a chipped tea pot, but her story was that it could conjure up a genie that'd wash your dishes and do your laundry.
"It was supposed to be a fun way to get some money out of crap that was just goin' to the dump anyway, but Meg got the idea that she'd sell
me
at the auction—or maybe it was Sharon that came up with that. I never really knew which one started it."
"You'd have to agree to something like that," Jeanie said. She looked from Abner to Peg. "Wouldn't you?"
Abner shrugged. "Sure, but they couldn't tell me the truth or I wouldn't agree. They told me they were sellin' me for window-washin'. I was OK with that, 'cause I wasn't washin' anybody's windows.
"Come the middle of March they started spreadin' a different story around so everyone but me would know their joke before the auction. They figured no-one would tell me, and they were almost right."
Jeanie leaned on the counter and looked at Peg. "This story has a long build-up, doesn't it?"
"It's a long story, dear," Peg said. "Just listen."