Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

by Fannie Flagg

she never did cry. She was too hurt to cry….You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

It’s funny, most people can be around someone and then gradually begin to love them and never know exactly when it happened; but Ruth knew the very second it happened to her. When Idgie had grinned at her and tried to hand her that jar of honey, all these feelings that she had been trying to hold back came flooding through her, and it was at that second in time that she knew she loved Idgie with all her heart. That’s why she had been crying, that day. She had never felt that way before and she knew she probably would never feel that way again.

“I just wonder how many people never get the one they want, and wind up with the one they’re supposed to be with.

“You had real live murderers in your house?” 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.” Stump was already on his second roll of film, and Grady continued talking to a fascinated Peggy. “Naw, I don’t mind murderers. Most of ’em are pretty mild-mannered, pleasant folks, as a rule.”