Fried Green Tomatoes At the Whistle Stop Cafe
“and Mrs. Scroggins's son, Bobby, Boy of the Year and we know they are proud.
. . . Dot Weems . . .
P.S. My other half came home from the Dill Pickle Club fishing trip without any fish again and with poison ivy to boot. He said it was Idgie's fault because she told him to sit there. Ruth said Idgie had a bad case of it too.
MARCH 25, 1940 Stump turned off all the lights in the back room and was lying on the floor by the radio, listening to “The Shadow." He was admiring the ring he had sent off f...or, the way it shone in the dark, and was waving his hand around, fascinated with the eerie green glow.
The man on the radio with the deep voice was saying, "The weeds of crime bear . . . bitter fruit . . . crime does not pay . . ." Followed by the maniacal laugh, "Ha! ha! ha!!!”
Just then, Idgie came in from the cafe and threw on the lights, nearly scaring him to death.
"Guess what. Stump? Grady just told me that Mr. Pinto is coming through here in the morning, on the seven-fifteen, on his way to be buried, and they're gonna change trains over at the yard." Stump jumped up, his heart still pounding.MoreLess
. . . Dot Weems . . .
P.S. My other half came home from the Dill Pickle Club fishing trip without any fish again and with poison ivy to boot. He said it was Idgie's fault because she told him to sit there. Ruth said Idgie had a bad case of it too.
MARCH 25, 1940 Stump turned off all the lights in the back room and was lying on the floor by the radio, listening to “The Shadow." He was admiring the ring he had sent off f...or, the way it shone in the dark, and was waving his hand around, fascinated with the eerie green glow.
The man on the radio with the deep voice was saying, "The weeds of crime bear . . . bitter fruit . . . crime does not pay . . ." Followed by the maniacal laugh, "Ha! ha! ha!!!”
Just then, Idgie came in from the cafe and threw on the lights, nearly scaring him to death.
"Guess what. Stump? Grady just told me that Mr. Pinto is coming through here in the morning, on the seven-fifteen, on his way to be buried, and they're gonna change trains over at the yard." Stump jumped up, his heart still pounding.MoreLess
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