The Salem Witch – part 2

Please note – I wrote this as though both women were Irish – don’t anyone be offended. They are my people. This is how I heard the brogue.

“Oye, there ya little twit, think ya could waltz right into this town as neat as ya please and steel all of oyre trade away did ya?”

“Suren’ I’ll have no idea what you’re talking about lass. Ye must have mistaken me for someone who gave a pence about what you are thinking.”

“Oye there ya witch, You’ll be given me none of those fancy Oirish words of yours. Here ya are struttin around town in your brazen dresses. Everyone knows what you’re after with those flouncy brown serviceables. Who’s givin you leave to be wearin more then black? You’re after all our men for sure you are.”

Brigitte replied, “Now lass, I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about. I only wear the brown because me skin is too fair for black. I look as though the angel of death were hoverin at me door when I am wearin that color. And as for your men, well, I have nay seen one worth me time. Besides I would be afraid to associate with the kind of men that be havin you, who knows what I might catch.”

“Oye you are a brazen hussy you are. I outta pull that red right out of yer head and scratch those pretty green eyes out. Iffin I didn’t know better ways to go about getting the best of you.”

“Now I am sure that scratching me eyes out would be easy for a feline such as yourself, but I have no desire to be brawlin in the street like a common school boy, I have way too much class for that. Besides, even as short as I am I would practically have to lay down on the ground to get to your level.”

At that Brigitte turned and walked away. Unbeknownst to her someone watched the scene and found Brigitte’s response very amusing.

The next week as she continued down her path, another buxom but dim beauty appeared in front of her and performed all manner of gyrations and let out expletives such that Brigitte had never heard out of a woman’s mouth.  The woman’s, if indeed she could be called a woman, dance was positively lewd and indecent. She started spitting and hissing and carrying on. Suddenly, the hussy from last week, Yvette, came up and wrapped her arms around the dimwit throwing a fit in the street. Yvette pretended to calm the girl. Yvette started screaming,