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Trevor handed her two tens. “Keep the change. And put me down for a copy too. But don’t tell my boss.”

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Myra just smiled. “Honey, in Claiborne County, a conspiracy is just another word for community. Now are you going to take my eighteen checks, or am I driving them to the Jackson Clarion-Ledger and telling them you lost your best rural market?” Trevor handed her two tens

“Eighteen dollars,” Myra said. “Cash or check. No cards.” But don’t tell my boss

Earlene heard the story three days later, when her bulletin arrived. Tucked inside the front page was a handwritten note from Myra:

“How much for a one-year paper subscription?” he asked.