![]() ![]() I could imagine the return of the Harper family black sheep was going to crank the village’s local rumor mill into full gear. ![]() As I continued, I noticed more than just a few of the locals rubbernecked as I passed, the sight of me eliciting curious stares and sudden whispers. I shot them a quick smile and waggled my fingers before moving down the road. I hadn’t heard my full name, let alone that drawl I’d taken for granted in childhood, for a long time. I snapped my head and squinted to the sidewalk where I spied the Crawford sisters sauntering along. “My word! Is that Nola Mae Harper I see?” I was idling on the corner of Blossom Street and Orchard, when the words came sailing through my open car window. ![]() Georgia Belle Fact #027: In the South, we greet one another with bits of juicy gossip, not some ol’ boring Yankee-like salutation. ![]()
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