Deep South
“She was otherwise engaged. Still, she did look forward to catching some: the pleasures of the hunt.Clinton was a pretty little town, with the main street paved in brick and a college that looked like a miniature version of Ivy League done in red brick instead of gray stone. The trees impressed Anna the most, great old oaks, feathery mimosa, stands of pine, elm, locust, crabapple in wild pink blossoms, Bradford pears in modest white.Their age and dignity reminded her that Mississippi had been se...ttled long before most of the rest of the country.The high school was a relatively new building set on the edge of town, essentially in the country by the standards of more populated states.What struck Anna most forcefully as she drove in the long entry road were the cars. The place had a parking lot to rival that of a small shopping mall, and it was full. Didn't anybody ride the bus down here?Anna parked the Crown Vic next to a shiny red Honda Acura with plates reading SVV716. A good percentage of the students' cars were new models.There were a couple of Jags and one Corvette.MoreLess
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