Prompt: Can't Be
"Can't be."
"Says who?"
"Says... says me. That can't be true."
"Of course it can. Don't you trust me?"
"Not even one tiny bit, Tom Holden. You've been lying to me since we were six years old. Why the devil would I think you'd stop now?"
"Alright, so you've got your reasons not to. But I ain't lying to you. Swear it on my grandmother's grave."
"You'd sell out your own mama if you thought it'd help you get one over on me. I don't believe it one bit."
"Such suspicion in one so young. May God strike me dead if I'm lying."
"If I had a nickel for every time you were supposed to drop down dead, I'd be a rich woman."
"Can't I say anything to make you believe me?"
"Nope. You can either prove it or shut your trap."
"Fine. Fine, I'll prove it to you. Come on down to the barn, and I'll show you."
"...okay. But if one of your brothers is there to put worms in my hair or drop something from the loft, I'll tan all of you, see if I don't."
"Please, Sherrilyn, give us some credit. We don't do that stuff anymore. We ain't little boys."
"You did it to Mable just last week, you big ol' liar! See why I can't trust a word you say?"
"Okay, okay. We won't do any of that. Just come in, come on. Hurry."
"..."
"See? See? I told ya."
"Well, I'll be. That's about the funniest thing I've ever seen. Tom Holden, that damned colt of yours is actually taking care of a litter of wild puppies in your barn."
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