It was a small town in Alabama. A town called Tater Junction. You may have heard of it? Well anyway, the folks there seemed friendly. Sometimes a little too friendly.
Bobbie Jo took a path down a dirt road. It led her to a little white or what looked like white farm house, with a few chickens out front, an old beat up tractor, an old beat up pick up truck in the front yard.
'Well, this is the only house I've seen for miles. So I guess I'll see if anyone's home,' said, Bobbie Jo. She knocked on the door, and there stood a woman with dark hair, and dark eyes, in her skimpy baby doll nighty. And with her hands folded under her quite ample chest, she said in her southern accent.. "Hey there, can I help you?"
"My car broke down a few miles back, and I was wondering if there was a telephone nearby to call a repair shop, if y'alls got one?"
"Well shoot lady, come on in," Replied the woman. "We ain't never turned a stranger that needs help away," she said.
Extending her hand, then saying, "I'm Charlene, and this here is my cousins Jake and Luke."
So I kindly extended my hand and said, "my name is Bobbie Jo."
"My cousins here are good with workin' on cars, maybe they can help," Charlene said.
"Well what seems to be the problem ma'am," replied dark haired cousin Luke.
"Well now, I don't know, my car just died a few miles up the road, I was just looking for a telephone if y'alls got one."
"Well that we do ma'am," said Jake.
"Why don't you go and help Bobbie Jo here, now Luke. And I'll stay here with cousin Charlene, if you know what I mean," said Jake.
"Luke here's good at fixin' up cars. Why he's got every car magazine this side of Tater Junction out in that outhouse back there," said Charlene.
"Uncle Haywood ain't home right now or we'd introduce ya to him, ma'am," replied Jake.
"Well that's mighty kind of you folks, but I must be getting on my way. My folks up in Memphis, Tennessee are waitin' for me. If y'all or Luke as you said can help fix my car, I'd appreciate it, so as I can be on my way."
"Well, right this way ma'am, I'd take Uncle Haywood's truck but he ain't here, he's out farmin' the back 40. So if Ya don't mind ma'am we'll take the old beat up Chevelle."
Luke ushers Bobbie Jo out the door. Before saying, "now you take care of cousin Charlene there, when I get back I want a piece of her now, ya hear?" As he winked at cousin Charlene and Jake.
I wondered to myself, just how much this family was lovin'. Or if this mysterious Uncle Haywood knows what goes on around his house between his niece and two nephews. Or if he's into lovin' Charlene also.
Luke helped Bobbie Jo into the Chevelle, then shut the door, and ran behind the car, and got into the passenger side, and started the engine. 'God it purred loud,' I thought. But I was gettin' my car fixed, so I hoped.
We pulled up to where my car was, along the side of the road. We both got out and Luke popped the hood and took a quick look. Moving a few wires around and things.
"You need a few new parts for this a here engine, Ma'am," said Luke.
"Oh no I replied, that could take a while couldn't it?," said Bobbie Jo.
"Well let's see here..." as Luke's voice trailed off.. He left Bobbie Jo for a few minutes and went back to the chevelle, reached into the he car and grabbed the CB handle, and started talkin'. "This here is cousin Luke, callin' black sheep. Ya got your ears on, come on?"
"Well this is bah bah black sheep, what can I do for Ya, Luke?"
"Well I got this pretty little lady here stranded on the side of the road, looks like her car needs a few engine parts. Might need a tow."
"I'll be there in two shakes of Charlene's ass."
"Thank Ya good buddy, I'm out."
Luke tosses the CB handle into the chevelle and walks back to where Bobbie Jo is standin.'
"Looks like we got ourselves a tow truck commin' at ya."