Part 37 (1/2)

”Gran'ma Huldie, she says don't breathe his name! Hit'll get you in trouble. She says she'll beat my hide iffen I gets in more trouble. And your papa might beat your hide!”

I didn't want that!

”Iffen Gran'ma Huldie finds out we seen Mister Ward, she'll get me for takin' you 'cross that field. She still claims. .h.i.t was me what let Mister Ward steal you and run off with you. Says I ought not to 'a had you playin' by the road! Bandershanks, she 'clares iffen I gets you in bad one more time, she's gonna beat the daylights outta me! And iffen you tells Mister Jodie, he'll tell Gran'ma Huldie!”

It was taking us forever to cross the field.

When we finally got back to the buggy, Papa didn't say a thing about beating me or my hide. He hardly noticed us. Mama was there by the buggy, and they were looking at a big, double-barreled shotgun Miss d.i.n.k wanted Papa to fix.

Papa walked back to hook the chain on Miss Ophelia's rickety gate, and he and Mama talked on-about Miss d.i.n.k being sick in the bed again, and about Miss Ophelia claiming she hadn't seen Ward since Christmas Eve night, and about some gunshots way across the field. Papa was more worried about the shots than about Miss d.i.n.k.

”Nannie, it sounded like it was between here and Wes Bailey's house!”

”Quit worrying, Jodie. It was probably them three boys out shooting at tin cans. Boys like to practice.”

”Maybe so, but let's get on home. These days I stay uneasy, 'specially every time I hear a gun go off.”

Papa glanced down at me and Shoogie. ”You girls hurry and climb up in the back of the buggy there so we can go. My, y'all both look like you've been running pigs in a briar patch!”

”No, suh, Mister Jodie. Me'n Bandershanks ain't see'd no pigs. No pigs a-tall!”

Mama was surprised to see Shoogie. And she was afraid we had both just about played our dresses to pieces.

Papa helped Mama up into the buggy, and she held Miss d.i.n.k's gun and the reins till he could climb in.

”Nannie, I doubt if this old thing can be fixed. Just look, both hammers are rusty as all get-out. What's Miss d.i.n.k's idea, anyway?”

”Well, she's sick and worried, of course. The gun belonged to her husband, and she thinks it'd be some protection-now that her and Ophelia and the young'uns are by themselves all the time.”

”I'll oil it up and see what I can do. But it's not any 'count.” I tried to get Papa to let me look at Miss d.i.n.k's shotgun, but he wouldn't. He said guns were not for girls. He laid it across his knees and took the reins from Mama.

Papa gave Dale a light slap with the reins, and we drove on toward home. We didn't even stop to talk to Mister Wes Bailey, even though he was standing out on his front porch as we pa.s.sed by. He and Papa just raised their hands to each other, the way men always do.

Papa had already gone to the store the next morning when I woke. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked over at Mierd's and Wiley's study table. Their books were gone, so I knew they had left for school. It was that way almost every morning, no matter how hard I tried to wake early. The whole family could eat breakfast, and Mama could even get the milking done and the cows turned out to pasture before my eyes would open.

I could hear talking. Sounded like Doanie. Yeah, that was Doanie, in the kitchen with Mama.

Mama was saying, ”What colored woman was having a baby yesterday evening? Mister Jodie told me you and Huldie had to go help with one.”

”Law, me and Huldie was up the blessed night! I ain't shet my eyes yet! Hit wasn't no colored! Hit was Miss Addle Mae!”

”Addie Mae Bailey! Why, didn't n.o.body know she- I declare to my soul! She's been visiting off down in Louisiana for the longest!”

”Miss Addle Mae, she come home the day after Christmas, and Mister Wes and Miss Lida Belle, they makes her hide in the smokehouse so's n.o.body'd see her. Then yesterday, when the time come, they won't fetch the doctor. They sends for Huldie and me.”

”That poor girl!”

”Law, Miss, when we gets there, Miss Addie Mae, she's in a bad way. Huldie tells Mister Wes he ought'a send for the doctor!

Miss Lida Belle, she beg and beg him to go get Doctor Elton. He say he don't want n.o.body, not n.o.body, knowin' 'bout Miss Addle Mae.”