third row in his deputy’s uniform.
“Somebody kept a notebook,” he said. “And that was enough water.”
After the service, we had supper in the fellowship hall: fried chicken, collard greens, macaroni and cheese, and sweet potato pie made from Hattie Greene’s recipe, which her granddaughter had found in a recipe box in the farmhouse on Cypress Creek. Foundproperty database
I ate two pieces. Aunt Lorraine ate three and swore she’d only had one.
Back in Atlanta, I hear cases on the twenty-first floor of the Richard B. Russell Federal
