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Show 108 Ruth dies and we are all crying. Ms. Threadgoode has not died and we sigh in collective relief. The wild honey is discovered in its jar with its note and we want to make sure Evelyn understands. Does she? The movie is over. It is rewinding. My intern is removing her white coat from the back of her chair, slinging it over her shoulder, laughing about the bad Southern accents, wishing Hollywood could at least get that right. Lisa is gathering the empty popcorn bowls from around the room. My next intern, whose accent is just as soft in smoothly rolling vowels as her friend's, comments on her cravings for Southern food. Mai looks at her watch and realizes she should be doing bed checks. It is very late. We all say good-bye and thanks and then they leave. It is odd that I am not also leaving this theater. For a few hours, I have returned to the sisterhood. I have been just another woman, trying to find her way in this world of men. I have been climbing trees in search of wild honey, wearing bright red, high-top Converse sneakers, tromping up paths forbidden most women. I have been eating popcorn at the Whistle Stop Cafe. I have been sitting in its booths, with a few of my sisters, rooting for the Idgie and the Imogene - and, yes, even the Evelyn - in each of us. I have not been a patient for two whole hours. Lisa returns to take out the TV. "Did you enjoy that?" she asks. |