INTERLUDE #11 of DEVIL MAKE A THIRD, page 346: 

Aven was one of the little miracles of the past thirty years."That's what it is," Bass Wooten muttered to himself, as he slowly rubbed with a damp cloth a circle a cup of coffee had left on the glassy white counter top in the B. and B. Cafe.
"Durned little old chinquapin of a place growed up like a toad-stool after a rainy spell."

(J.A. Peterman was one of my great uncles. He and my great aunt Lula had a very old two story house on the southeast corner of South Alice and West Main directly across from First Baptist. His 112
North Foster store was one of the first commercial buildings in town. ~ clipping from the August 8, 1917 DOTHAN EAGLE)

page 346: Aven was one of the little miracles of the past thirty years."That's what it is," Bass Wooten muttered to himself, as he slowly rubbed with a damp cloth a circle a cup of coffee had left on the glassy white counter top in the B. and B. Cafe.
"Durned little old chinquapin of a place growed up like a toad-stool after a rainy spell."