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Confounded Life

Confounded Life FICTION Tina Rae Collins WE WERE POOR. Not because my daddy didn't have a good job. He did. We were poor because he wasted his money on whisky. I never could figure out why he needed to buy it, when the sheriff habitually confiscated it from others and brought it to my dad. I couldn't understand that either, since the sheriff later had to bring Daddy home falling-down drunk after he caught him weaving up and down Mare Creek in his old beat-up Chevy truck. Daddy had bought his truck from B&D Motors for $200. It never did run right, so Daddy often told everyone on the creek, "Don't buy nothing from B&D Motors. You know what their name stands for, don't you? Bad and Dirty." Mommy tried to feed us and keep us clothed the best she could, but often we missed supper. Daddy came home drunk and either made us all so nervous we couldn't eat or, in a drunken rage, turned over the old metal kitchen table and dumped the food all over the floor. To make sure we ate, we usually tried to hustle and get our food onto our plates and sneak out http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Confounded Life

Collins, Tina Rae.
Appalachian Review , Volume 28 (4) – Jan 8, 2000
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FICTION Tina Rae Collins WE WERE POOR. Not because my daddy didn't have a good job. He did. We were poor because he wasted his money on whisky. I never could figure out why he needed to buy it, when the sheriff habitually confiscated it from others and brought it to my dad. I couldn't understand that either, since the sheriff later had to bring Daddy home falling-down drunk after he caught him weaving up and down Mare Creek in his old beat-up Chevy truck. Daddy had bought his truck from B&D Motors for $200. It never did run right, so Daddy often told everyone on the creek, "Don't buy nothing from B&D Motors. You know what their name stands for, don't you? Bad and Dirty." Mommy tried to feed us and keep us clothed the best she could, but often we missed supper. Daddy came home drunk and either made us all so nervous we couldn't eat or, in a drunken rage, turned over the old metal kitchen table and dumped the food all over the floor. To make sure we ate, we usually tried to hustle and get our food onto our plates and sneak out

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Published: Jan 8, 2000

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