Chapter 8T
he entire town runs for two miles of Main Street: three churches, a couple of gas stations, a tavern, a luncheonette, a bakery, a clothing store, the Salvation Army, a hardware shop. And a lone movie theater featuring The Godfather and Deliverance. Rita eases into a parking space behind a pickup truck piled high with split wood. “There’s Loaves,” Rita says, pointing across the street. “Come on, I’ll show you around, then we should be able to get most everything you’ll need at the thrift shop.”
“I haven’t been in a thrift shop since . . . ” Connie laughs, “since our Tacky Prom Nights.”
That ritual Rita had designed to fly in the face of the feminine ideal. Prom night for girls only. Prizes were awarded for worst dress, worst hairdo, worst make-up, worst total effect. Connie al
