jg.paintedhouse-第19章
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I glanced at Dewayne； who had one eye on me。
There was something odd about this。 As Baptists； we'd been taught from the cradle that the only way you made it to heaven was by believing in Jesus and trying to follow His example in living a clean and moral Christian life。 It was a simple message； one that was preached from the pulpit every Sunday morning and every Sunday night； and every revival preacher who passed through Black Oak repeated the message loud and clear。 We heard it at Sunday school； at Wednesday night prayer service； and at Vacation Bible School。 It was in our music； our devotionals； and our literature。 It was straightforward； unwavering； and without loopholes； promise； or wiggle room。
And anyone who did not accept Jesus and live a Christian life simply went to hell。 That's where Jerry Sisco was； and we all knew it。
But Miss Cooley prayed on。 She prayed for all the Siscos in this time of grief and loss； and she prayed for our little town as it reached out to help this family。
I couldn't think of a single soul in Black Oak who would reach out to the Siscos。
It was a strange prayer； and when she finally said 〃amen；〃 I was pletely bewildered。 Jerry Sisco had never been near a church； but Miss Cooley prayed as if he were with God at that very moment。 If outlaws like the Siscos could make it to heaven； the pressure was off the rest of us。
Then she started on Jonah and the whale again； and for a while we forgot about the killing。
An hour later； during worship； I sat in my usual spot； in the same pew where the Chandlers always sat； halfway back on the left side； between Gran and my mother。 The pews were not marked or reserved； but everyone knew where everybody else was supposed to sit。 In three more years； when I was ten； my parents said I would be allowed to sit with my friends； providing of course that I could do so without misbehaving。 This promise had been extracted by me from both parents。 It might as well have been twenty years。
The windows were up； but the heavy air was not moving。 The ladies fanned themselves while the men sat still and sweated。 By the time Brother Akers rose to preach； my shirt was stuck to my back。
He was angry； as usual； and he began shouting almost immediately。 He attacked sin right off the bat； sin had brought tragedy to Black Oak。 Sin had brought death and destruction； as it always had and always would。 We sinners drank and gambled and cursed and lied and fought and killed and mitted adultery because we allowed ourselves to be separated from God； and that's why a young man from our town had lost his life。 God didn't intend for us to kill one another。
I was confused again。 I thought Jerry Sisco got himself killed because he'd finally met his match。 It had nothing to do with gambling and adultery and most of the other sins Brother Akers was so worked up over。 And why was he yelling at us？ We were the good folks。 We were in church！
I seldom understood what Brother Akers was preaching about； and occasionally I'd hear Gran mumble over Sunday dinner that she'd also been hopelessly confused during one of his sermons。 Ricky had once told me he thought the old man was half crazy。
The sins grew； one piling on top of the other until my shoulders began to sag。 I had yet to lie about watching the fight； but I was already beginning to feel the heat。
Then Brother Akers traced the history of murder； beginning with Cain slaying Abel； and he walked us through the bloody path of biblical carnage。 Gran closed her eyes； and I knew she was praying…she always was。 Pappy was staring at a wall； probably thinking about how a dead Sisco might affect his cotton crop。 My mother seemed to be paying attention； and mercifully I began to nod off。
When I awoke； my head was in Gran's lap； but she didn't care。 When she was worried about Ricky； she wanted me near her。 The piano was now playing； and the choir was standing。 It was time for the invitation。 We stood and sang five stanzas of 〃Just As I Am；〃 and then the Reverend dismissed us。
Outside； the men gathered under a shade tree and started a long discussion about something or other。 Pappy was in the middle of things； talking in a hushed voice； waving his hands in an urgent manner。 I knew better than to get close。
The women grouped in small clusters and gossiped along the front lawn； where the children also played and the old folks said their farewells。 There was never any hurry to leave church on Sundays。 There was little to do at home except eat lunch； take a nap； and get ready for another week of picking cotton。
Slowly； we made our way to the parking lot。 We said good…bye to our friends again； then waved as we pulled away。 Alone in the back of the truck with my father； I tried to muster the courage to tell him about watching the fight。 The men at church had talked of nothing else。 I wasn't sure how I figured into the plot； but my instincts told me to confess it all to my father and then hide behind him。 But Dewayne and I had promised to keep quiet until confronted； then we'd start squirming。 I said nothing as we drove home。
About a mile from our farm； where the gravel thinned and eventually surrendered to dirt； the road met the St。 Francis River； where a one…lane wooden bridge crossed over。 The bridge had been built in the thirties as a WPA project； so it was sturdy enough to withstand the weight of tractors and loaded cotton trailers。 But the thick planks popped and creaked every time we drove over； and if you looked at the brown water directly below； you'd swear the bridge was swaying。
We crept across； and on the other side we saw the Spruills。 Bo and Dale were in the river； shirtless； their pants rolled up to their knees； skipping rocks。 Trot was sitting on a thick branch of driftwood； his feet dangling in the water。 Mr。 and Mrs。 Spruill were hiding under a shade tree； where food was spread on a blanket。
Tally was also in the water； her legs bare up to her thighs； her long hair loose and falling onto her shoulders。 My heart pounded as I watched her kick the water； alone in her own world。
Downriver； in a spot where few fish had ever been caught； was Hank with a small cane pole。 His shirt was off； and his skin was already pink from the sun。 I wondered if he knew that Jerry Sisco was dead。 Probably not。 He would find out soon enough； though。
We waved slowly at them。 They froze as if they had been caught trespassing； then they smiled and nodded。 But Tally never looked up。 Neither did Hank。
Chapter 9
Sunday lunch was always fried chicken； biscuits； and gravy； and though the women cooked as fast as they could； it still took an hour to prepare。 We were famished by the time we sat down to eat。 I often thought； to myself of course； that if Brother Akers didn't bark and ramble so long； we wouldn't be nearly as hungry。
Pappy gave thanks。 The food was passed around； and we were just beginning to eat when a car door slammed close to the house。 We stopped eating and looked at one another。 Pappy stood silently and walked to the kitchen window。 〃It's Stick Powers；〃 he said； looking out； and my appetite vanished。 The law had arrived； and nothing good was about to happen。
Pappy met him at the back porch。 We could hear every word。
〃Good afternoon； Eli。〃
〃Stick。 What can I do for you？〃
〃I guess you heard that Sisco boy died。〃
〃I heard；〃 Pappy said without the slightest hint of sadness。
〃I need to talk to one of your hands。〃
〃It was just a fight； Stick。 The usual Saturday foolishness that the Siscos have been doin' for years。 You never stopped 'em。 Now one of 'em bit off more'n he could chew。〃
〃I still gotta investigate。〃
〃You'll have to wait till after lunch。 We just sat down。 Some folks go to church。〃
My mother cringed when Pappy said this。 Gran slowly shook her head。
〃I been on duty；〃 Stick said。
According to the gossip； Stick had a bout with the Spirit every four years； when it was election time。 Then for three and a half years he didn't feel the need to worship。 In Black Oak； if you didn't go to church； folks knew it。 We had to have somebody to pray for during revivals。
〃You're wele to sit on the porch；〃 Pappy said； then r
