Audiobook, versatile, US general and southern accents
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US South)Transcript
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Jim, he said as he stood looking down at her, his hat in his hand. Why did you hit your husband with a frying pan? Because I didn't have a gun. Um no, he patiently said. I mean, what led up to being so mad at him? Oh, I'm that. Well, let's see. We got married. Then he ruined my life, so I hit him. Sarah, there you are, honey, Jem said, noticing her daughter and distractedly switching gears. You got my pralines. Hesitantly, as she wasn't sure yet how to read this situation, Sarah walked over to her mother and handed her the sack of candy. Jim tore open the bag, snatched out of chocolate praline and bit off a fat chunk. She jumped gleefully. Oh, um, you want to buy Sheriff McClain? Jim asked, with her mouthful. Like an innocent child, she held out her half eaten prey, lean in an invitation for him to take a hit. Holy Mother of God, she's finally gone completely off her rocker. Merry little Wild between puffs of cigarettes. Totally Looney Tunes. We need to have that girl committed to the loony bin, put in a straitjacket and hold away right here now. She pointed at Gem with a cigarette, as if no one would know who she was talking about. Mom Garnett had vanished. Be quiet. Let the sheriff do his job. Mattie Lou Frowned, huffed a plume of smoke in her younger daughters direction and ignored the request she takes after her father. Side of the family, demented as a grandma Stone. That's what she is, Mom! Shut up! Garnett said in exasperation. Shut up! Shut up! Y'all telling me to shut up in my own house? Shut off! Did you hear that? My own daughter is talking to me like that in my own house. Are you going to let her get away with that? Her face red with furious, righteous indignation, Mattie Lou bounded over to the sheriff and pointed accusingly at Garnet Oh merely rolled her eyes and shook her head. Sheriff McLean looked at Mattie. Lou inflated his chest, hitched up his pants, which highlighted the gun in his holster and in a loud, no nonsense voice, said Mattie Lou, this isn't about you right now. Go over there