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fussing over her.”
    “You might be right,” I compromised. “I’m not sure there’s anything we can do anyway. Those letters were too vague.”
    Bitty smiled. “I liked the first one. ‘Die, bitch’ is very similar to what I feel like saying to her.”
    “Good lord, Bitty. You’d think you two would have gotten over that feud by now. It’s only been thirty-something years.”
    “Thirty-three years, and I have no intention of forgetting how she lied about me just so she could be Sweetheart of Lambda Chi.”
    “Well, she didn’t get Sweetheart either. They chose someone else. Probably because both of you acted like idiots.”
    Bitty sniffed her disdain for my version of events. “They chose someone else because Dixie Lee Forsythe was vindictive and mean. I was very gracious about everything.”
    That wasn’t at all the way I remembered it. Of course, by then I’d left Ole Miss and gone off to sit-ins with Perry, who ended up as my husband, but I got the entire story from Mama. Bitty and Dixie Lee got into a screaming match in front of the student center and had to be separated before they snatched each other bald-headed. Back then Aunt Sarah, Bitty’s mother, was still alive, and she’d been ready to tear her hair out over Bitty’s antics. My dear cousin has always been somewhat of a prima donna.
    “I didn’t tell Mama and Daddy about Dixie Lee’s letters,” I said to distract Bitty from the insult of three decades before. “I didn’t want them to worry while they’re gone.”
    “There is no point in them worrying for nothing. By the time they get back home maybe all this movie stuff will be over with anyway.”
    “I don’t think so. It takes a while to shoot all the scenes. The movie people will be here a month or so, the way I heard it.”
    Bitty took out an emery board and sawed at one of her fingernails. “Last time they only shot the outdoor scenes and house scenes here. The rest of it was done out in Hollywood or wherever. So if we’re lucky they won’t be here long at all.”
    “It’s good for local retailers,” I said. “Extra people coming in, eating at the restaurants, shopping in the stores, all add up to more revenue.”
    She opened her Jimmy Choo purse and dropped in the emery board. “Honestly, Trinket, you act like you’re glad they’re here. I’d think you of all people would be upset. Who do you think is going to play you in the movie? Jennifer Garner? You’d be lucky if your part was played by Hugh Jackman.”
    Bitty forgets who she’s talking to sometimes. I rolled my eyes. “So you’d be played by whom? Shorty Rossi?”
    “Who’s that?”
    “The little person on Animal Planet who rescues pit bulls. Pit Boss .”
    “Oh. I’ve seen that show. No, he’s too old to play me. He’s not an actor anyway, is he?”
    I sighed. Sometimes she deliberately misses the point. “In the first place, I’m not in the movie and neither are you. We’re barely in the book. Most of the action is centered on the events surrounding Billy Joe Cramer and Susana Jones. We were little kids when all that happened.”
    “I heard that Billy Joe tried to sue the book publisher and the movie producers. He didn’t get very far, of course. His name isn’t used, and things were changed just enough that no one can say for sure that it’s about him and Susana. I’m sure he’s pretty upset about that. I mean, we all know who Dixie Lee is talking about, but most of the world doesn’t have any idea.”
    “He should have known better. Publishers and producers can afford the best lawyers.”
    Bitty nodded. “Billy Joe tried to hire Jackson Lee, but not only did he not have enough money, if he had a million dollars Jackson Lee still wouldn’t have taken the case. Last I heard, Billy Joe decided to just boycott the movie and anyone who had anything to do with it.”
    “So that means he’s going to boycott the entire town, I guess.”
    “Probably. He never was the brightest bulb in the

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