Sleep come easy fer the two a them, just fer differnt reasons...him 'cause his compulsions done wore 'im out, an' her 'cause it was the only time she could find 'erself any peace. Quite the pair, they was. To look at 'em, you'd thank they was two normal ever'day people, but if you looked real close, you'd see they was livin' in a worlda shit, a bone fide shitstorm, so ta speak.
Winston was the quiet type, and by that I mean, real quiet. Getting 'im to talk was like pullin' teeth on a mule, unless a'course he'd gotten hisself into the cups, an' then, ya couldn't get 'im ta shut up. He wasn't hisself no more. He become a liar, a real mean trash-talkin' drunk. Onest he got that first sippa whiskey or a coupla oxys in 'im, she was pretty much fucked. Goddamn hillbilly heroin.
Even after they done been married fer a coupla years, there was still thangs she was findin' out about 'im, thangs he hadn't told 'er 'cause he was so ashamed of hisself. Thangs like bein' a convicted felon an' all. Thangs that gave 'im an excuse ta keep lyin' and drankin' hisself silly ever' few months or so, 'cause fergivin' hisself an' livin' and let live was outta the question. Winston thought hisself a special case. He done convinced hisself a long time ago that he was beyond help.
Why Lurlene hadn't left 'im wasn't no mystery ta her. Even though he weren't violent or unfaithful, he was dangerous. Dangerous mostly because the love she felt fer him was the same love she had fer her own children, an' that clouded her mind. She done drunk the Kool-aid. Lurlene done always been partial to danger, bad boys and whatnot. There was somethin' excitin' about a man like that, a man with secrets. But, sooner or later, them secrets become her secrets too.
Layin' there next ta him, waitin' fer sleep ta come, listenin' to his drunk self sawin' logs like he didn't have no cares in the world, she knew nothin' was gonna change. At least, not no time soon. She done give up on tryin' ta lead the horse to water a long time ago, an' a long time ago done came an' went. Maybe that's why sleep come so easy fer poor ol' Lurlene. She didn't wanna see no other way out.
Winston was the quiet type, and by that I mean, real quiet. Getting 'im to talk was like pullin' teeth on a mule, unless a'course he'd gotten hisself into the cups, an' then, ya couldn't get 'im ta shut up. He wasn't hisself no more. He become a liar, a real mean trash-talkin' drunk. Onest he got that first sippa whiskey or a coupla oxys in 'im, she was pretty much fucked. Goddamn hillbilly heroin.
Even after they done been married fer a coupla years, there was still thangs she was findin' out about 'im, thangs he hadn't told 'er 'cause he was so ashamed of hisself. Thangs like bein' a convicted felon an' all. Thangs that gave 'im an excuse ta keep lyin' and drankin' hisself silly ever' few months or so, 'cause fergivin' hisself an' livin' and let live was outta the question. Winston thought hisself a special case. He done convinced hisself a long time ago that he was beyond help.
Why Lurlene hadn't left 'im wasn't no mystery ta her. Even though he weren't violent or unfaithful, he was dangerous. Dangerous mostly because the love she felt fer him was the same love she had fer her own children, an' that clouded her mind. She done drunk the Kool-aid. Lurlene done always been partial to danger, bad boys and whatnot. There was somethin' excitin' about a man like that, a man with secrets. But, sooner or later, them secrets become her secrets too.
Layin' there next ta him, waitin' fer sleep ta come, listenin' to his drunk self sawin' logs like he didn't have no cares in the world, she knew nothin' was gonna change. At least, not no time soon. She done give up on tryin' ta lead the horse to water a long time ago, an' a long time ago done came an' went. Maybe that's why sleep come so easy fer poor ol' Lurlene. She didn't wanna see no other way out.