Religion was part of life in the South. God was for everyday, not just Sundays. "Well, I'll be," she drawled. "I grew up in Tennessee. Imagine that. I wasn't one for schooling though, I wanted to be a famous singer. That never happened either, but I can't complain much. Got a good man and we have a nice little bar in Arizona. You'll have to come visit us when all this is over sometime." Belle was not entertaining the idea for a moment that they all weren't going to get out of here okay. It just weren't happening.
Reaching out, she patted the girl on her shoulder. "We're getting out of this just fine, hon," she assured her. "Ain't nobody ever been able to pen in my Cooper and he won't leave anybody behind. He's a good man. Now, since you're a Southern gal, you know how to make chicken and potatoes, right? You wanna start on the veggies?"