Fried Green Tomatoes at The Whistle Stop Cafe
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“He took off his hat. “Excuse me, ma’am, I was wondering if you had an odd job, or something I might do. I’ve had a run of some bad luck, lately.”
Idgie looked at the man in the worn-out dirty jacket, frayed brown shirt, and cracked leather laceless shoes and knew he wasn’t lying.”
“Idgie asked what his name was.
“Smokey, ma’am.”
Excerpt From: “Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe.”