Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

by Fannie Flagg

You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

She tried step number one and met Ed at the front door nude, wrapped in Saran wrap. But Ed had been horrified: He’d jumped inside the house and slammed the door. “Jesus Christ, Evelyn! What if I had been the paper boy! Have you gone insane?”

Bahahahahaha

Evelyn stared into the empty ice cream carton and wondered where the smiling girl in the school pictures had gone.

That is so sad. Poor Evelyn.

No, it wasn’t death she was afraid of. It was this life of hers that was beginning to remind her of that gray intensive care waiting room.

:(

I want to say, Good work, girls. The name of the play was Hamlet, by the English playwright Mr. William Shakespeare, who is no stranger to Whistle Stop because he also wrote last year’s play.

Hahaha

Mrs. Threadgoode laughed. “The Dill Pickle Club, this crazy club Idgie and Grady and Jack Butts started.” “What kind of a club was it?” “Well, they claimed it was a breakfast and social club, but it was really just a bunch of Idgie’s ragtag friends that would all get together, she and some of the railroad men and Eva Bates and Smokey Lonesome. About all they did was drink whiskey and make up lies. They’d look you right in the eye and tell you a lie when the truth would have served them better.

When she woke this morning, Evelyn realized that she was actually looking forward to going to the nursing home. Sitting there all these weeks listening to stories about the cafe and Whistle Stop had become more of a reality than her own life with Ed in Birmingham.

Was the best thing for Evelyn..

whorehouses, teeming with what were kindly referred to as “disappointed men.”

Grady looked at her, surprised. “Why sure. Why not? Some of your best people are murderers.” He pushed his hat off his forehead and said sincerely, “Yes sir. I wouldn’t give you nickel for a thief. Now, a murder is usually just a one-time thing—mostly over some woman, not a repeat crime. But a thief is a thief until the day he dies.”

Not the first time I've heard that....

“Yeah, well, that’s just the facts of life!” Grady continued. He winked at Idgie and Smokey. “From what I hear, all you boys over in Georgia is a little light on your feet.”

If there is such a thing as complete happiness, it is knowing that you are in the right place, and Artis had been completely happy from the moment he hit Birmingham.

know me!” He opened the door to his truck, and Evelyn, hysterical, grabbed his arm. “Why? Why are you being so mean to me?” He slammed her arm away from him and stuck his fist in her face, his eyes and face twisted with rage. “Don’t fool with me, bitch, or I’ll knock your fucking head off—you fat, stupid cunt!” And with that, he pushed her in the chest and knocked her down. Evelyn couldn’t believe what was happening. Her groceries spilled everywhere. The stringy-haired girl with the elastic halter top who had been waiting for the boy looked down at Evelyn and laughed. He got in the truck, threw it in reverse, and squealed out of the parking lot, yelling names back at Evelyn. She sat there on the ground, her elbow bleeding, old and fat and worthless all over again.

This was just terrible

“If you cage a wild thing, you can be sure it will die, but if you let it run free, nine times out of ten it will run back home.”

Stop came in the thrilling 43-yard pass made by Whistle Stop’s one-armed quarterback, Buddy (Stump) Threadgoode, a senior.

TEN YEARS FOR THE ATTEMPTED MURDER OF A CITY OFFICIAL WITH A DEADLY WEAPON. It would have been thirty if those two men had been white.

She had been wrong; this was not just like the white churches, certainly not the dried-up, bloodless sermons she was used to.

By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave?

No

Evelyn had never thought of herself as being funny or having a cute accent, but it seemed that every time she said anything, the other women would scream with laughter. Evelyn enjoyed her newfound celebrity and

Evelyn stopped the car and sat there, sobbing like her heart would break, wondering why people had to get old and die.

So sad - but what a wonderful book and Evelyn had a wonderful story to tell