“I can’t be on your side and on his side, too,’ Clemmie said. ‘I’m right in the middle here all the time.’ ‘You ain’t in the middle of nothing,’ I said. ‘I’m the illiterate redneck that’s putting the blocks to your dad’s only daughter, his little girl. He don’t like that. I can’t make him like it. You can’t. Quit worrying about it.’ ‘He doesn’t think you’re an illiterate redneck.’ ‘Sure, he does. He’s right, too.”