Luanne wanted to keep herself from talking, because she was certain that she would end up saying something impolite and her sister really seemed to want to get on with these yankees, but the questions and comments filling her head were pounding on the dadgum dam of her mouth and were about to spill out and power the whole damn city.

"I's the older one, by 'bout seven minutes," announced Luanne, "And yeah we's close, but I ain't gonna marry 'er. I wants to trust you folks, but somethin' 'bout yer story don't seem right; and it ain't jes' the marryin' a girl part which I never dadgum heard of. See, our pa was a doctor, and though I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed I'm purty sure two girls can't have a baby; speakin' biological o' course. Still up in the air 'bout the marriage thing."

Luanne sat there for a couple of seconds before turning to Kate and continuing. The flood, at this point, could not be stopped.

"Also, I think yer wife is flirtin' with me. Y'all best keep that woman on a leash 'less she starts kissin' me and whatnot. Keepin' faithful is, uh, th' key to a good marriage."