“Stop it, would you? Quit making everybody out to be better than you are. I’m just a plain hillbilly from East Jesus Nowhere with this adopted child that everybody keeps on telling me is dumb as a box of rocks. I’ve got nothing on you, girl. I mean it.” Lou Ann hid her mouth with her hand. “What?” I said. “Nothing.” I could see perfectly well that she was smiling. “Come on, what is it?” “It’s been so long,” she said. “You talk just like me.”
