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115 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1954
Miss Teacake Magee lived here all her life. She sings in the choir of the Baptist Church every blessed Sunday; couldn’t get her out. And sings louder than all the rest put together, so loud it would make you lose your place…—her solo always came during collection, to cover up people rattling change and dropping money on the floor…
The Peacocks are the kind of people keep the mirror outside on the front porch, and go out and pick railroad lilies to bring inside the house, and wave at trains till the day they die. The most they probably hoped for was that somebody’d come find oil in the front yard and fly in the house and tell them about it.
I wish you could have seen Bonnie Dee!...Baby yellow hair, downy—like one of those danelion puff-balls you can blow and tell the time by. And not a brain beneath. Now Uncle Daniel may not have a whole lot of brains, but what’s there is Ponder, and no mistake about it. But poor little old Bonnie Dee! There’s a world of difference...She was little and she was dainty...But I could tell by her little coon eyes, she was shallow as they come.
Her breathless, backhanded, first person singular has been caught, word by awful word, in all its affectionate self-importance, by a writer with a wonderful ear.
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