I've spoke of Amos Sheffield before. He was a good friend of me Grandpa Joe.
Old Amos was a bit of a kidder. Yet that could sometimes defuse a situation, employed rightly.
One day he was traipsing down the street in the old neighborhood and came across Ilene, who was married to a guy named Ben. Amos knew them both, so he and Ilene stopped to chat.
Turns out Ilene and Ben were on the outs. They'd had a spat, and she stormed out of the house. That's why she was trolling around herself. "He gets me so mad sometimes, I could just kill him," she said to Amos with a shaking head.
"Oh, now, that's serious stuff, killing a fella," Amos remarked. "You gotta careful about that."
"Of course, if you're serious we can get a couple of guns and see to it," he added dryly.
Ilene burst into laughter. "All right, Amos, I'll just go back home and talk to him."
"That's good thinking," concurred Amos.
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