![]() They had no idea what they had just walked into. Thinking that this was suddenly their town. This expensive fat bully, pushing its way in on a Sunday. I followed the crowd onto the church’s lawn, watched Main Street become invaded, men hopping from buses and trucks, a swarm of shouting and pointing as everyone ran in different directions that seemed to make no sense. I watched the madness and wondered how many other hiccups awaited us. I told them to arrive on Monday, told them all of the things wrong with a Sunday arrival. And now… thirteen months after Caroline Settles started the buzz, they had arrived. ![]() Stayed out of the tabloids long enough to build a three-hour movie around a seventy-two page book. ![]() Was fascinated by it, by our little town of such little pretense. ![]() So Cole found out Quincy’s wealthy little secret. Say the word Pepsi in this town, you best watch your back on the way out. It all depends on how stupid or smart the generations have been with their Coca-Cola stock. That’s a rough guess, the best estimate our whispered calculations can attest to. In our small town, we have forty-five millionaires and three billionaires. We also hold discretion, the biggest indication of which lies in our bank’s coffers and buried in our backyards’ dirt. Our quiet town of seven thousand residents holds more than Southern manners and prize-winning fried chicken recipes. ![]()
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