little about the folks in this park. It’s true that Miz Tucker don’t belong here. Let’s just say that she had a teenage indiscretion. She was dating some nice boys when suddenly she let a Tucker boy sweet talk her and well, the wedding bells just had to ring. The poor thing ended up here, raising a passel of kids and having to contend with what turned out to be the meanest of all the Tuckers. And she was a pretty little thing back years ago and look at her now. She’s all dried up and looking much older than she is. In fact she’s not even as old as I am.”
“Ole man Tucker sure is an ugly son of a, well, you know.” Metson had heard his boss curse a little but decided to wait until he got to know him better before he expressed himself freely. He knew that the chief liked to put on a front of being an upstanding church-going type of guy. He was curious to learn what the chief was really like in the police force.
Donovan laughed. “Yeah, a short, scrawny bag of bones to boot and meaner and tougher than all get out. Them Tuckers are all little bitty people and maybe that’s part of why they’re so bad-tempered. You look at one of them cross-eyed and you’re in for it.”
“How often do you have to bring ole man Tucker in for fighting?”
Donovan snorted. “Used to be every Saturday night but he’s mellowing out, just a couple of times a month nowadays.”
They both laughed as Donovan speeded up some and pointed out more of the trailers in a more prestigious area of the park, one in particular where a certain notorious lady lived.
“I’m telling you, Daryl, the most important thing you’ll ever do is who you choose to marry. You wouldn’t believe who some of the men in Magnolia are that come out here and pay respects to that lady. I got me the finest wife in the world but there’s nothing worse than a wife who’ll drive you into the arms of another woman, especially one like her.”
Metson grunted in agreement. Who he chose to date and marry was none of Donovan’s business but he did think that Mrs. Donovan was a fine woman, indeed. He kind of wondered how Donovan himself had managed to sweet talk her into marriage.
Changing the subject, Metson said, “Man, some of these mobile homes are down right well, uh, classy. Just look at how well kept their yards are. You can hardly tell we’re in the trailer park right now. You’d think we were in the ritzy part of town.”
“Come on,” said Donovan, ignoring Metson’s observation. “Let’s check out the Crick.”
They drove on through the trailer park and soon arrived at Candy Crick Park, cruising with dim lights and spying on the intensely occupied young inhabitants of the parked cars.
“Let’s have some fun with these kids,” said Donovan, parking the patrol car behind a couple engaged in backseat acrobatics. He got out of the darkened car, walked up to the car in front of him, shone his flashlight on the two disheveled youngsters, and bellowed, “How would you like for your mamas to see you like this?”
After taking turns shining the flashlight into parked cars, Donovan and Metson returned to town laughing at how they had scared some of the boys back into their pants. That is, Metson pretended to laugh. So far the young officer had not been impressed by his superior’s professionalism.
Not all the young couples of Magnolia Creek were hanging around burger drive-ins or the park. Some couples made out in their parents’ living rooms while the parents attended social events. One such young couple was wrestling on a sofa in the young man’s home. The TV was flickering in front of the pair, but they weren’t paying attention, although some of the dialogue penetrated the subconscious of the young man.
“Ouch, you bit me!” said the girl, a skinny, fifteen year old promiscuous blonde, playfully slapping her older male companion.
“Did not!” he responded, feigning hurt from her slap.
She unrolled herself from his embrace and
“Ole man Tucker sure is an ugly son of a, well, you know.” Metson had heard his boss curse a little but decided to wait until he got to know him better before he expressed himself freely. He knew that the chief liked to put on a front of being an upstanding church-going type of guy. He was curious to learn what the chief was really like in the police force.
Donovan laughed. “Yeah, a short, scrawny bag of bones to boot and meaner and tougher than all get out. Them Tuckers are all little bitty people and maybe that’s part of why they’re so bad-tempered. You look at one of them cross-eyed and you’re in for it.”
“How often do you have to bring ole man Tucker in for fighting?”
Donovan snorted. “Used to be every Saturday night but he’s mellowing out, just a couple of times a month nowadays.”
They both laughed as Donovan speeded up some and pointed out more of the trailers in a more prestigious area of the park, one in particular where a certain notorious lady lived.
“I’m telling you, Daryl, the most important thing you’ll ever do is who you choose to marry. You wouldn’t believe who some of the men in Magnolia are that come out here and pay respects to that lady. I got me the finest wife in the world but there’s nothing worse than a wife who’ll drive you into the arms of another woman, especially one like her.”
Metson grunted in agreement. Who he chose to date and marry was none of Donovan’s business but he did think that Mrs. Donovan was a fine woman, indeed. He kind of wondered how Donovan himself had managed to sweet talk her into marriage.
Changing the subject, Metson said, “Man, some of these mobile homes are down right well, uh, classy. Just look at how well kept their yards are. You can hardly tell we’re in the trailer park right now. You’d think we were in the ritzy part of town.”
“Come on,” said Donovan, ignoring Metson’s observation. “Let’s check out the Crick.”
They drove on through the trailer park and soon arrived at Candy Crick Park, cruising with dim lights and spying on the intensely occupied young inhabitants of the parked cars.
“Let’s have some fun with these kids,” said Donovan, parking the patrol car behind a couple engaged in backseat acrobatics. He got out of the darkened car, walked up to the car in front of him, shone his flashlight on the two disheveled youngsters, and bellowed, “How would you like for your mamas to see you like this?”
After taking turns shining the flashlight into parked cars, Donovan and Metson returned to town laughing at how they had scared some of the boys back into their pants. That is, Metson pretended to laugh. So far the young officer had not been impressed by his superior’s professionalism.
Not all the young couples of Magnolia Creek were hanging around burger drive-ins or the park. Some couples made out in their parents’ living rooms while the parents attended social events. One such young couple was wrestling on a sofa in the young man’s home. The TV was flickering in front of the pair, but they weren’t paying attention, although some of the dialogue penetrated the subconscious of the young man.
“Ouch, you bit me!” said the girl, a skinny, fifteen year old promiscuous blonde, playfully slapping her older male companion.
“Did not!” he responded, feigning hurt from her slap.
She unrolled herself from his embrace and
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