Author or Editor: John Grisham
Publisher: Doubleday
Published: 2001
Pages: 400
The trip took twenty minutes. always twenty minutes, even with little traffic. pappy didn’t believe in passing slower vehicles in front of him. of course, he was usually the slow one. near black oak, we caught up to a trailer filled to the top with snowy mounds of freshly picked cotton. A tarp covered the front half, and the montgomery twins, who were my age, playfully bounced around in all that cotton until they saw us on the road below them. then they stopped and waved. I waved back, but my grandfather did not. when he drove, he never waved or nodded at folks, and this was, my mother said, because he was afraid to take his hands from the wheel. she said people talked about him behind his back, saying he was rude and arrogant. personally, i don’t think he cared how the gossip ran.
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