Maureen packed a bunch of corn breads in a paper bag and handed it to one of the EMTs, who had a mullet and a lip ring. She shoved it in her cargo pockets and said “ ’preciate chuh” as she carried the woman away, who was so plastered in cheese she looked like Han Solo trapped in carbonite. The crew stood there a minute as the ambulance pulled off the lot, BJ wiping her face with her American flag handkerchief.
