You take a seat at the restaurant. A waitress brings you a sweet tea. You donāt look at whatās floating in the sweet tea. You never look at whatās floating in the sweet tea. You take a sip and ignore the taste of copper.
An old woman sits on her porch. You donāt know her name. In fact, you cannot remember ever seeing her leave the porch. She calls youĀ ādarlināā and you cannot resist her call. Southern hospitality is famous.
The children whisper curses, and all of them end inĀ ābless their heartā.
You drive past a cotton field. The stark whiteness of it unnerves you. You arenāt sure if those are cotton bolls. They shiver in the wind and blink at your passing. You grip the steering wheel and donāt look again.
The mayor has been mayor since 1893. No one has run against him in five generations. Sometimes people mention opposition candidates, but you never remember their names. The things that float to the top of the retention pond are unrecognizable as human.
Taxpayers protest fiercely at the cost of filling potholes. Instead, they are patched. They are not patched with concrete. You can hear the squish of fluid every time your tires move over one.
There has always been a Baptist church on the corner of Main and Central. Who are you to insinuate that there has not always been a Baptist church on the corner of Main and Central? You see lights on in the old church at the corner of Main and Central late a night, and you do not speak of them to anyone.
There are no rich people in the tri-country area, but all of the poor people have the idea that the rich should not be taxed.Ā
Small children seems to disappear when people donāt lock their doors at night. But the neighborhood is too nice for locked doors. Southern hospitality is famous.
A family moves in from the North. The next day they all spontaneously combust on a trip to Kroger.Ā āItās not that hot,ā someone says.Ā āYankees, I ask ya.ā
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