"My sweet Sweet Pea," Anita quivered beside him, "I's all worked up and settin' to steam!" Sweets looked in her eyes all big and worried, "What be the problem, darlin'?" "My Ma's in a fix and ready to blow! They came with a notice to force her to go. They's threatenin' to tear the house to the ground all for some oil they think might be found. On top of all thet the goons are astirrin', an all out ruckus seems to be brewin'. So tell me Sweet Pea, What're we to do?" Anita stopped, catchin' her breath holdin' tight to her sweetie's arm. He shook her loose and started to drive, slouched over the wheel his thinkin' cap on. "We's got to git a boat!" He stomped on the gas speeding on to Wimpleton Motors. Anita's large eyes were fixed on him with awe and excitement started to grow. They'd tell those oil drillers a thing or two and save her momma's place. Wasn't Sweet Pea the greatest beau a girl could have? RC11