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Show 107 not very able to go out to movies and we could not afford such a luxury anyway, so, no, I had told her, I had not seen it yet. "Good!" she had said. "We'll just have a party!" I am arranging my sheets and pillows, putting the bed up as high as it will go. No one helps me with this task and I am grateful that for this evening, at least, it seems that I can just be one of the girls. Watching a chick-flick with popcorn and friends. Lisa pushes "Play," and we quiet. We are soon caught up in this movie with a Southern drawl. We all dread when Buddy is killed and love Big George for loving little Idgie. We cheer when Idgie rescues Ruth from her abusive husband and boo collectively at his every appearance. We're all pulling for Evelyn Couch, hoping she will become something much more than just a couch as ( she learns old Ms. Threadgoode's secrets, one by one. Ms. Threadgoode's bright red, high-top Converse sneakers cause us to wonder to each other where on Earth wardrobe found them. The flour fight reminds us of our own sibling wars and my North Carolina companions are saying they can almost taste the fried green tomatoes and the Southern barbecue. A big roar of laughter is escaping my room as Lisa is returning just in time to see the big sedan smashing into the VW Bug again and again and again - we are rewinding this part for Lisa's benefit, for her to see from the beginning (at least we try to convince her that it is for her benefit we are watching it once more), and we all cheer again and again and again with each determined acceleration and subsequent gratifying smashing of metal on metal. |