Sep 24, 2020
oh to be married to bubba sawyer. your mixing the batter for a ‘red velvet’ cake in the kitchen, humming a folk song as you work. drayton is frying up some sausage for supper. the hot texas summer sun blazes through the window. you can hear the kids laughing, as they play ‘chase the chickens’ with their uncles in the front yard. there’s a thick stain of blood on your husband’s mask when he greets you in the dining room later that day, and he wipes it off with his wrist before kissing you on the cheek. dinner will be ready in a half hour.
