Part 19 (1/2)
”Bandershanks, that's not a gra.s.shopper. That's just a cricket!”
”Can I have him?”
”Sure, if you can catch him.”
I got down on hands and knees and started crawling toward the cricket; but just as I reached out to get him, he leaped toward the side of the pump organ. I eased up a little closer and grabbed again! That just made him jump again, and this time he landed right at the pedals of the organ.
”Mama, come get him!”
My yelling out must have scared the cricket. Before Mama could even answer, he disappeared under the organ. I stretched out flat on my stomach and tried to see where he was hiding. I even felt along the carpet as far as I could reach up under the foot pedals. I couldn't feel a thing but sand and grit.
I lay real still, thinking maybe the cricket would come back out. But I finally decided he was just sitting real still, thinking maybe I would go away.
”I brought both letters with me, Nannie.”
I wheeled over and jumped up! I hadn't heard Aunt Vic and Aunt Lovie come in. But there they sat by the heater with Mama.
It was Aunt Vic who was talking about letters. Ginger had come with her, all right. He was already curled up on the end of the front bench.
”Vic, what did Cuddin Lucy write?” Mama asked.
”Not too much-just about Uncle Lige dying. I'll read y'all her letter and Pa's too, if you think we've got time.”
”It's turning off so cold, y'all reckon anybody else will come?” Aunt Lovie asked. ”We may have plenty of time.”
”I know Miss Maime won't be here,” Mama told my aunts. ”She went with Doctor Elton back over to see about Ophelia this morning.”
”Ophelia. Has her baby-”
”It was born late yesterday evening. I thought you'd heard about it, Vic.”
”No.”
”It's another boy. That makes six boys and three girls for Ophelia and Ward.”
”Has this one got kinky red hair?”
”Yes. He's Ward made over, the doctor told Jodie.”
”Is Ophelia getting on all right?”
”Miss Maime said she thought she'd be all right. The baby's a fine big thing. Weighed nine pounds! And not a blemish on him.”
”Nannie, tell Vic what that loon Ward did Sat.u.r.day night.”
”Maybe you've already heard, Vic. I know you have if you've seen Verdie Goode.”
”No. What now?”
”I won't go into any details on account of little pitchers with big ears. Just keep your windows bolted down at night.