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Left-Handed Redheads

Left-Handed Redheads Mike Ivey Appalachian Heritage, Volume 12, Number 3, Summer 1984, pp. 60-64 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1984.0042 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/438814/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 21:58 GMT from JHU Libraries /~ ,h bat ^> Ju« 5ît by MIKE IVEY It was just past one a.m. and I was neon sign. The screen door squealed still three hours from home. I pulled as I opened it, then slammed behind in at a small, white-painted, brick me. building whose sign proclaimed in There were two truckers at the far green neon: AL-NITE DINER, end of the counter, one of them busy Halfway to the door, I was met by the with a plate of ham and eggs. Other- smell of hot grease and coffee, accom- wise, the place was empty. I sat down panied by an irritating buzz from the at the counter and had just started 60 looking (unsuccessfully) for a menu "Aw, you know, the magazine when the waitress appeared from the thing in the Sunday paper. My kitchen. Now, I don't usually take husband—I mean, my ex-husband— much notice of waitresses, but this one we been separated http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Left-Handed Redheads

Ivey, Mike.
Appalachian Review , Volume 12 (3) – Jan 8, 2014
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Mike Ivey Appalachian Heritage, Volume 12, Number 3, Summer 1984, pp. 60-64 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1984.0042 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/438814/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 21:58 GMT from JHU Libraries /~ ,h bat ^> Ju« 5ît by MIKE IVEY It was just past one a.m. and I was neon sign. The screen door squealed still three hours from home. I pulled as I opened it, then slammed behind in at a small, white-painted, brick me. building whose sign proclaimed in There were two truckers at the far green neon: AL-NITE DINER, end of the counter, one of them busy Halfway to the door, I was met by the with a plate of ham and eggs. Other- smell of hot grease and coffee, accom- wise, the place was empty. I sat down panied by an irritating buzz from the at the counter and had just started 60 looking (unsuccessfully) for a menu "Aw, you know, the magazine when the waitress appeared from the thing in the Sunday paper. My kitchen. Now, I don't usually take husband—I mean, my ex-husband— much notice of waitresses, but this one we been separated

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