A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories

by Flannery O'Connor

They passed a large cotton field with five or six graves fenced in the middle of it, like a small island. “Look at the graveyard!” the grandmother said, pointing it out. “That was the old family burying ground. That belonged to the plantation.” “Where’s the plantation?” John Wesley asked. “Gone with the Wind,” said the grandmother. “Ha. Ha.”

“She would of been a good woman,” The Misfit said, “if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.”