Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

JUNE 3, 1946

The blue lights were on and you could hear the people inside carrying on, and the jukebox blaring all the way across the river. Idgie was sitting right in the middle of it, drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and chasing it with more Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. She was off whiskey for that night, because the night before had been enough to last her for a while.

Her friend Eva was whooping it up with some country boys that were supposed to be at an Elks Club meeting that night over in Gate City. She passed by Idgie and looked at her.

“Good God, girl, what’s the matter with you? You look like a lizard with a hangover!”

Hank Williams was singing his heart out about how he was so lonesome he could die.

Idgie said, “Ruth moved out.”

Eva’s mood changed. “What?”

“Moved out. Went over to Cleo and Ninny’s house.”

Eva sat down. “Well, good Lord, Idgie, why did she do that?”

“She’s mad at me.”

“I figured that. But what did you do?”

“I lied to her.”

“Uh-oh. What did you say?”

“I told her I was going to Atlanta to see my sister Leona and John.”

“Didn’t you go?”

“No.”

“Where did you go?”

“Out in the woods.”

“With who?”

“By myself. I just wanted to be by myself, that’s all.”

“Why didn’t you tell her?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just kinda got mad at having to tell somebody where I am all the time. I don’t know. I was beginning to feel kinda trapped, like I needed to get out for a while. So I lied. That’s all. What’s the big deal? Grady lies to Gladys, and Jack lies to Mozell.”

“Yeah, but now, honey, you ain’t Grady or Jack … and Ruth ain’t Gladys or Mozell, either. Oh Lord, girl, I hate to see this happen, don’t you remember the fits you was having until she came over here?”

“Yeah, but sometimes I just need to take off for a while. I feel like I need my freedom. You know.”

“Course I know, Idgie, but you got to look at this thing from her point of view. That girl give up everything she had to come over here. She left her hometown and all her friends she grew up with—gave up all that just to be here and make a life for you. You and Stump are all she has. You’ve got all your friends and your family …”

“Yeah, well, sometimes I think they like her better than they do me.”

“You listen, Idgie, I’m gonna tell you something. Don’t you think she couldn’t have anybody that she wanted around here? All she’d have to do is snap her fingers. So I’d think long and hard before I’d go flying off.”

At that moment, Helen Claypoole, a woman of about fifty, who’d been hanging around the River Club for years, picking up men and drinking with anything that moved and would buy her drinks, came out of the bathroom so drunk that she had stuffed the back of her dress in her panties and was staggering to her table, where the men were waiting for her.

Eva pointed toward her. “Now, there’s a woman who’s got her freedom. Nobody gives a shit where she is and ain’t nobody checkin’ up on her, you can be damn sure of that.”

Idgie watched Helen, with her lipstick smeared and her hair falling in her face, sitting there, looking at the men with her boozy eyes, not seeing them.

Pretty soon Idgie said, “I gotta go. Gotta think this thing out”

“Yeah, well, I thought you might.”

Two days later, Ruth received a neatly typed note that said, “If you cage a wild thing, you can be sure it will die, but if you let it run free, nine times out of ten it will run back home.”

Ruth called Idgie for the first time in three weeks. “I got your note and I’ve been thinking, maybe we should at least talk.”

Idgie was thrilled. “I think that would be great. I’ll be right over,” and started out the door, planning to swear on a Bible in front of Reverend Scroggins’s house, if she had to, that she would never lie to Ruth again.

As she turned the corner and saw Cleo and Ninny’s house, something Ruth said dawned on her. What note? She hadn’t sent any note.