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Every Wednesday for the next six months, Earlene found the thick manila envelope in her roadside mailbox. Inside, the pages were warm from Myra’s laser printer. Earlene read it on her porch with sweet tea and a pencil. She circled a man in Vicksburg selling pear preserves. She called a woman in Natchez looking to trade two goats for a working tiller. She learned that catfish feed was up a dollar a bag, and that someone in Yazoo City had found a lost blue heeler with one white paw.

“That’s illegal, ain’t it?” Earlene asked, smiling. mississippi market bulletin subscription

Trevor handed her two tens. “Keep the change. And put me down for a copy too. But don’t tell my boss.” Every Wednesday for the next six months, Earlene

Myra slid the metal recipe box toward him. “These are my people,” she said. She circled a man in Vicksburg selling pear preserves