“And so, as quietly as he had lived, he slipped out of town, leaving only a note behind:
‘Well, that’s that. I’m off, and if you don’t believe I’m leaving, just count the days I’m gone. When you hear the phone not ringing, it’ll be me that’s not calling. Goodbye, old girl, and good luck.'”
―Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
Photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter
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