To everyone that lived in Fork in the Road, Bernie Postures was known as just plain ole Aunt Bernie. Most of us accepted the fact she was a little different than everyone else and put the blame on the fact she had been born in Lake Tahoe, Nevada sometime during the last century. No one knew for certain exactly when but were mighty happy to speculate.

She once told me she was somewheres between twenty-nine and one hundred and three and that she could by god whip the ass of any dad gummed Okie that wanted to take her on, day or night. It was always said she came to Oklahoma looking for the buffalo hunter who had stolen her heart, her virginity and had left her stranded flat broke in Dodge City.

This is how I remember her best. Some of the church-going town folk would ride by gawkin’ at her in her snakeskin apron surrounded by all of her cats. And she would quick as a lick pull up her blouse, exposing herself, smiling and just daring them to keep looking her way. She always said she didn’t mind folks that were friendly, but some of these Okies forgot friendly and went directly to nosy without stopping to say how do.

 Aunt Bernie

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