“Dollywood? What on earth is that?”
“That’s Dolly Parton’s theme park. It’s up in Tennessee”
“Dolly Parton has a theme park? Stephen, are you listening to this?”
“We love Dolly down here, so don’t you say anything evil about her,” I warned.
“Isn’t she the one with the huge breasts?” Mrs. Ledbetter asked. “By now, she’s probably bent double like a little old dwarf with her giant breasts dragging on the ground as she waddles around on the stage. ‘I Will Always Love You!’I’m surprised she didn’t have those things chopped off ages ago. You could paint stripes on them and you’d have a parking lot.”
“You are so mean!” I exclaimed, and I meant it. She was also a lot like Papaw…
“And that’s why everyone loves to sit next to me. I’m sure Dolly is a very nice person. Why don’t we have Dolly sing at our little wedding?”
“She was in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas,” Mr. Ledbetter pointed out. “Now thatwas a great movie.”