I was waiting for the inevitable finger but all of a sudden, Gertie’s eyes widened and she bolted up like she’d been ejected from her seat, flinging the patch of weeds off her head. She grabbed her T-shirt and started pulling it, yelling at the top of her lungs. Ida Belle appeared as lost as I was, but the one thing I knew was that she wanted that shirt off and T-shirts just didn’t tear in real life like they did for sexy guys in movies. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it up over her head, and that’s when I got a firsthand look at the problem. There was a water moccasin in her
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