Why Don'T You All Come Out In Pants

We ten stood behind Marvel, holding on to each other. Not sure what was going to happen. Afraid of the wrath of our brother. She is the oldest girl in the family, and our cousin to boot. She likes to smoke a cigar, play with guns, and yell things like “shoot!” The rest of us sisters and cousins wanted to back her play. We knew what she had been scheming and planning today. I am going to wear pants to the family reunion, she said. Oh no Marvel! Some of us yelled. You might end up dead! We have to support her, cousin Lou insisted, and in a big way. We discussed wearing pants – all of us, on this fateful day. But most of us were fearful of the wrath of God and so…. We held on to Marvel, as she strutted about with her inner glow. Marvel is the bravest of the brave, we all thought, giggling. Some of were avoiding eye contact as the rest were sniggling. Why don’t you all come out in pants? Uncle Jake gave a yell. Because then, said Grandma Gert “They would all go to hell.”