Part 24 (1/2)

We push open the door and the sun flash in our eyes again, but it's nice, cooler. The swimming pool s.h.i.+ning blue. The black-and-white stripe awnings look clean. The air smell like laundry soap. Kids is laughing and splas.h.i.+ng and ladies is laying around in they swimsuits and sungla.s.ses reading magazines.

Miss Leefolt roof her eyes and spy around for Miss Hilly. She got a white floppy hat on, black-and-white polky-dot dress, clonky white buckle sandals a size too big for her feet. She frowning cause she feel out a place, but smiling cause she don't want n.o.body to know it.

”There she is.” We follow Miss Leefolt around the pool to where Miss Hilly is in a red bathing suit. She laid out on a lounge chair, watching her kids swim. I see two maids I don't know with other families, but not Yule May. she is.” We follow Miss Leefolt around the pool to where Miss Hilly is in a red bathing suit. She laid out on a lounge chair, watching her kids swim. I see two maids I don't know with other families, but not Yule May.

”There y'all are,” Miss Hilly say. ”Why, Mae Mobley, don't you look like a little b.u.t.terball in that bikini. Aibileen, the kids are right there in the baby pool. You can sit in the shade back yonder and look after them. Don't let William splash the girls, now.”

Miss Leefolt lay down on the lounge chair next to Miss Hilly and I set at the table under a umbrella, few feet behind the ladies. I pop my hose away from my legs to dry the sweat. I'm in a pretty good position for hearing what they say.

”Yule May,” Miss Hilly shake her head at Miss Leefolt. ”Another day off. I tell you, that girl is pus.h.i.+ng it with me.” Well, that's one mystery solved. Miss Hilly invite Miss Leefolt to the pool cause she know she bring me.

Miss Hilly pour more cocoa b.u.t.ter on her plump, tan legs, rub it around. She already so greasy she s.h.i.+ning. ”I am so ready to get down to the coast,” Miss Hilly say. ”Three weeks at the beach.”

”I wish Raleigh's family had a house down there.” Miss Leefolt sigh. She pull her dress up a little to sun her white knees. She can't wear no bathing suit since she pregnant.

”Of course we have to pay the bus fare to get Yule May back up here on the weekends. Eight Eight dollars. I ought to take it out of her pay.” dollars. I ought to take it out of her pay.”

The kids yell they want to get in the big pool now. I pull Mae Mobley's Styrofoam bubble out the bag, fasten it around her tummy. Miss Hilly hand me two more and I put one on William and Heather too. They get in the big pool and float around like a bunch a fis.h.i.+ng corks. Miss Hilly look at me, say, ”Aren't they the cutest things?” and I nod. They sure is. Even Miss Leefolt nodding.

They talk and I listen, but they ain't no mention a Miss Skeeter or a satchel. After while, Miss Hilly send me to the snack window to get cherry Co-Colas for everone, even myself. After while, the locusts in the trees start humming, the shade get cooler and I feel my eyes, trained on the kids in the pool, start to sag.

”Aibee, watch me! Looky at me!” I focus my eyes, smile at Mae Mobley funning around.

And that's when I see Miss Skeeter, back behind the pool, outside the fence. She got on her tennis skirt and her racquet in her hand. She staring at Miss Hilly and Miss Leefolt, tilting her head like she sorting something out. Miss Hilly and Miss Leefolt, they don't see her, they still talking about Biloxi. I watch Miss Skeeter come in the gate, walk around the pool. Pretty soon, she standing right in front a them and they still don't see her.

”Hey y'all,” Miss Skeeter say. She got sweat running down her arms. Her face is pink and swolled up in the sun.

Miss Hilly look up, but she stay stretched out on her pool chair, magazine in her hand. Miss Leefolt jump up off her chair and stand up.

”Hey, Skeeter! Why--I didn't . . . we tried to call . . .” Her teeth just about chattering she smiling so big.

”Hey, Elizabeth.”

”Tennis?” Miss Leefolt ask, nodding her head like she a doll on a dashboard. ”Who're you playing with?”

”I was. .h.i.tting b.a.l.l.s on the backboard by myself,” Miss Skeeter say. She blow a thicket a hair off her forehead, but it's stuck. She don't move out the sun, though.

”Hilly,” Miss Skeeter say, ”did Yule May tell you I called?”

Hilly smile kind a tight. ”She's off today.”

”I called you yesterday too.”

”Look, Skeeter, I didn't have time. I have been at the campaign H.Q. since Wednesday addressing envelopes to practically every white person in Jackson.”

”Alright.” Miss Skeeter nod. Then she squint, say, ”Hilly, are we . . . did I . . . do something to upset you?” and I feel my fingers jiggling again, twirling that dumb invisible pencil.

Miss Hilly close her magazine, put it on the concrete so she don't get her grease on it. ”This should be discussed at a later time, Skeeter.”

Miss Leefolt sit back down real quick. She pick up Miss Hilly's Good Housekeeping Good Housekeeping, start reading it like she ain't ever seen nothing so important.

”Alright.” Miss Skeeter shrug. ”I just thought we could talk about . . . whatever this is before you go out of town.”

Miss Hilly bout to protest, but then she let out a long sigh. ”Why don't you just tell me the truth, Skeeter?”

”The truth about wh--”

”Look, I found that paraphernalia paraphernalia of yours.” I swallow hard. Miss Hilly trying to whisper but she really ain't no good at it. of yours.” I swallow hard. Miss Hilly trying to whisper but she really ain't no good at it.

Miss Skeeter keep her eyes on Hilly. She real calm, don't look up at me at all. ”What paraphernalia do you mean?”

”In your satchel when I was hunting for the minutes? And Skeeter”--she flash her eyes up at the sky and back down--”I don't know. I just do not know anymore.”

”Hilly, what are you talking about? What did you see in my satchel?”

I look out at the kids, Law, I almost forgot about em. I feel like I'm gone faint listening to this.

”Those laws laws you were carrying around? About what the--” Miss Hilly look back at me. I keep my eyes trained on the pool. ”What those you were carrying around? About what the--” Miss Hilly look back at me. I keep my eyes trained on the pool. ”What those other other people can and cannot do and frankly,” she hiss, ”I think it's downright pig-headed of you. To think you know better than our government? Than Ross Barnett?” people can and cannot do and frankly,” she hiss, ”I think it's downright pig-headed of you. To think you know better than our government? Than Ross Barnett?”

”When did I ever say a word about Ross Barnett?” Miss Skeeter say.

Miss Hilly wag her finger up at Miss Skeeter. Miss Leefolt staring at the same page, same line, same word. I got the whole scene fixed in the corner a my eye.

”You are not a politician, Skeeter Phelan.”

”Well, neither are you, Hilly.”

Miss Hilly stand up then. She point her finger to the ground. ”I am about to be a politician's wife, unless you have anything to do with it. How is William ever going to get elected in Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C., one day if we have integrational friends in our closet?”

”Was.h.i.+ngton?” Miss Skeeter roll her eyes. ”William's running for the local senate, Hilly. And he might not win.”

Oh Law. I finally let myself look at Miss Skeeter. Why you doing this? Why you pus.h.i.+ng her hot b.u.t.ton?

Oh, Miss Hilly mad now. She snap her head straight. ”You know well as I do, there are good, tax-paying white people in this town who would fight you to the death on this. You want to let them get in our swimming pools? Let them put their hands on everything in our grocery stores?”

Miss Skeeter stare long and hard at Miss Hilly. Then, for one-half a second, Miss Skeeter glance at me, see the pleading in my eyes. Her shoulders ease back some. ”Oh Hilly, it's just a booklet. I found it at the darn library. I'm not trying to change any laws, I just took it home to read read.”

Miss Hilly take this in a second. ”But if you're looking at those laws laws,” Miss Hilly snap the leg a her bathing suit that's crept up her behind, ”I have to wonder, what else else are you up to?” are you up to?”

Miss Skeeter s.h.i.+ft her eyes away, lick her lips. ”Hilly. You know me better than anybody else in this world. If I was up to something, you'd have me figured out in half a second.” You know me better than anybody else in this world. If I was up to something, you'd have me figured out in half a second.”

Miss Hilly just watch her. Then Miss Skeeter grab Miss Hilly's hand and squeeze it. ”I am worried about you. You disappear for an entire week, you're working yourself to death on this campaign. Look at that.” Miss Skeeter turn Miss Hilly's palm over. ”You have a blister from addressing all those envelopes.”

And real slow, I watch Miss Hilly's body slump down, start to give in on itself. She look to make sure Miss Leefolt ain't listening.

”I'm just so scared,” Miss Hilly whisper through her teeth. I can't hear much. ”. . . piled so much money in this campaign, if William doesn't win . . . been working day and . . .”