were selling their last items while cleaning up and starting to shut down. She was still somewhat upset from earlier. Ellen was Ellen. She knew that. The woman had issues - oh, Gwin had no idea. Ellen also had, a few years back, had set her sites upon Glen. But he, evidently, had wanted no parts of that. Well, come to think of it, while on leave, he might have ... a time or two. Men!
No, Ellen's mouth wasn't what still had Gwin upset.
It was more the vendor across the street. Oh, he'd been all ears. And throughout the rest of the day, had cast leers in Gwin's direction.
Yeah, there's some history there too. An acquaintance of her late husband, she'd never cared for the man. He wasn't much for eye contact when speaking to friends, customers, or anyone else. While Gwin wasn't one to meddle in her husband's business/choice of friends, there did come a time or two when she quietly spoke to him, and him alone, "uhm, honey, something isn't right about...."
Anyway, right before the parade started, just after the National Anthem resounded, she thought she'd heard from someone walking right by her stand, the phrase, "Hey, did ja git some juicy tomato on yer meat?" All Gwin knew was, some other guy had laughed so hard, he dropped his sub.
Unbeknownst to our feisty little old lady, the little jibes here and there among the locals, weren't her problem. Had she blown a tire, or just broke down, most of them would have stopped to assist, or called someone. No, the problem was Ellen. And Gwin had no idea, Ellen wasn't someone to mess with.
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