Talladega County, Alabama November 30, 1954 10:31 AM BASED ON REAL EVENTS Ann had done enough for the day, she thought. She had woken up, sat across from her husband Eugene, and her mother Margie, ate two eggs, a sausage patty and sipped a glass of orange juice. Now, they all sat at the used Formica table—a nice mint color—a find she had made at Goodwill. She remembered spotting its mint top from the aisle of women’s dresses. And she remembered how hard it had been to find dresses big enough to fit her fat body. She had stood in the dressing room, making gross faces at her reflection, pulling one…
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