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“Whose law? It’s not the law in Massachusetts.” “You don’t say. What do you expect from the only state McGovern carried in 1972? You folks have always been tuned in with the rest of the country.”
“Look, Lucien, you can talk about my wife, or my mother, or my ancestors, but don’t call me a Republican.”
“I wouldn’t take him,” Lucien said. “If he’s from up North, he doesn’t think like we do. Probably in favor of gun control and all that crap. Yankees always scare me in criminal cases. I’ve always thought we should have a law in Mississippi that no certified yankee could sit on a jury down here regardless of how long he’s lived here.”
Ellen frowned and looked at Jake. “Fried dill pickles?” “Yes, of course. They don’t serve them in Boston?” “Do you people fry everything?” “Everything that’s worth eating. If you don’t like them, I’ll eat them.”
