Southerners speak music…

…or so Mark Twain said and we think he was right.  One of the best things about living in the South is the sayings.  We love them so much we not only got our title from one, we used one for each chapter in Whistling Woman.

Chapter One – A whistling woman and a crowing hen never come to a very good end

Chapter Two – She’s enough to make a preacher cuss

Chapter Three – Chugged full

Chapter Four – Be like the old woman who fell out of the wagon

Chapter Five – She looks like she was in the outhouse when the lightning struck

Chapter Six - Trying fortunes

Chapter Seven - That girl’s just naturally horizontal

Chapter Eight – That boy’s more slippery than snot on a glass doorknob

Chapter Nine – Mad enough to spit in a wildcat’s eye

Chapter Ten - He looks like something the dog’s been keeping under the porch

Chapter Eleven - Like two peas in a pod

Chapter Twelve – In high cotton

Chapter Thirteen – The trail where they cried

Chapter Fourteen – Barking up the wrong tree

Chapter Fifteen – She’s resting at peace in the marble orchard

Chapter Sixteen - Scared as a sinner in a cyclone.

Chapter Seventeen – He couldn’t pour water out of a boot with a hole in the toe and directions on the heel

Chapter Eighteen - He’s so windy he could blow up an onion sack

Chapter Nineteen - Shucking corn

Chapter Twenty – He’s so useless if he had a third hand, he’d need another pocket to put it in

Chapter Twenty-one – Breaking up Christmas

Chapter Twenty-two – A sight for sore eyes