jg.paintedhouse-第67章
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I knew she was off in Korea again。 My mother was too tired to talk。
Pappy hated leftovers； but he still thanked the Lord for them。 He also gave thanks for the dry weather and asked for more of it。 We ate slowly； the day's exhaustion finally settled in。 Conversation was soft and short。
I heard the thunder first。 It was a low rumble； far away； and I glanced around the table to see if the adults had heard it； too。 Pappy was talking about the cotton markets。 A few minutes later the rumbling was much closer； and when lightning cracked in the distance； we stopped eating。 The winds picked up； and the tin roof on the back porch began to gently rattle。 We avoided eye contact。
Pappy folded his hands together and rested his elbows on the table as if he might pray again。 He had just asked God for more good weather。 Now we were about to get another drenching。
My father's shoulders dropped a few inches。 He rubbed his forehead and gazed at a wall。 The rain began pecking the roof； a little too loudly； and Gran said； 〃It's hail。〃
Hail meant high winds and fierce rain； and sure enough a storm roared across our farm。 We sat at the table for a long time listening to the thunder and rain； ignoring the half…eaten supper before us； wondering how many inches would fall and how long it would be before we could pick again。 The St。 Francis couldn't hold much more； and when it spilled out； the crops would be finished。
The storm passed； but the rain continued； heavy at times。 We finally left the kitchen。 I walked to the front porch with Pappy and saw nothing but a pool of water between our house and the road。 I felt sorry for him as he sat in the swing and gazed in disbelief at the waves of water God was sending us。
Later my mother read Bible stories to me； her voice barely audible above the rain on the roof。 The tale of Noah and the flood was off…limits。 I fell asleep before young David slew Goliath。
The next day my parents announced that they were driving into town。 I was invited…it would've been too cruel to deny me the tripbut Pappy and Gran were not included。 It was a little family outing。 Ice cream was mentioned as a possibility。 Thanks to Cowboy and Tally； we had some free gasoline； and there was nothing to do around the farm。 Water was standing between the rows of cotton。
I sat in the front with them and paid close attention to the speedometer。 Once we turned onto the main highway and headed north toward Black Oak； my father finished shifting and sped up to forty…five miles an hour。 As far as I could tell； the truck ran the same as it did at thirty…seven； but I wasn't about to mention this to Pappy。
It was oddly forting to see the other farms idled by the rain。 No one was trudging through the fields； trying to pick。 Not a single Mexican could be seen。
Our land was low； prone to early flooding； and we'd lost crops before when other farmers had not。 Now it appeared as if everybody was getting soaked in equal measure。
It was midday with nothing to do but wait； and so families were gathered on porches； watching the traffic。 The women were shelling peas。 The men were talking and worrying。 The children were either sitting on the steps or playing in the mud。 We knew them all； every house。 We waved； they waved back； and we could almost hear them say； 〃Reckon why the Chandlers are headin' to town？〃
Main Street was quiet。 We parked in front of the hardware store。 Three doors down at the Co…op； a group of farmers in overalls was engaged in serious conversation。 My father felt obliged to report there first； or at least to listen to their thoughts and opinions on when the rain might end。 I followed my mother to the drugstore； where they sold ice cream at a soda fountain in the rear。 A pretty town girl named Cindy had worked there for as long as I could remember。 Cindy had no other customers at the moment； and I received an especially generous helping of vanilla ice cream covered with cherries。 It cost my mother a nickel。 I perched myself on a stool。 When it was clear that I had found my spot for the next thirty minutes； my mother left to buy a few things。
Cindy had an older brother who'd been killed in a gruesome car wreck； and every time I saw her I thought about the stories I'd heard。 There'd been a fire； and they couldn't get her brother out of the wreckage。 And there'd been a crowd； which； of course； meant there were many versions of just how awful it really was。 She was pretty； but she had sad eyes； and I knew this was because of the tragedy。 She didn't want to talk； and that was fine with me。 I ate slowly； determined to make the ice cream last a long time； and watched her move around behind the counter。
I'd heard enough whispers between my parents to know that they were planning to make some sort of telephone call。 Since we didn't own a phone； we'd have to borrow one。 I was guessing it would be the phone at Pop and Pearl's store。
Most of the homes in town had phones； as did all the businesses。 And the farmers who lived two or three miles from town had phones； too； since the lines ran that far。 My mother once told me it would be years before they strung phone lines out to our place。 Pappy didn't want one anyway。 He said that if you had a phone then you had to talk to folks whenever it was convenient for them； not you。 A television might be interesting； but forget a phone。
Jackie Moon came through the door and made his way back to the soda counter。 〃Hey； little Chandler；〃 he said； then tousled my hair and sat down beside me。 〃What brings you here？〃 he asked。
〃Ice cream；〃 I said； and he laughed。
Cindy stepped in front of us and said； 〃The usual？〃
〃Yes ma'am；〃 he said。 〃And how are you？〃
〃I'm fine； Jackie；〃 she cooed。 They studied each other carefully； and I got the impression that something was going on。 She turned to prepare the usual； and Jackie examined her from head to toe。
〃Y'all heard from Ricky？〃 he asked me； his eyes still on Cindy。
〃Not lately；〃 I said； staring too。
〃Ricky's a tough guy。 He'll be all right。〃
〃I know；〃 I said。
He lit a cigarette and puffed on it for a moment。 〃Y'all wet out there？〃 he asked。
〃Soaked。〃
Cindy placed a bowl of chocolate ice cream and a cup of black coffee in front of Jackie。
〃They say it's supposed to rain for the next two weeks；〃 he said。 〃I don't doubt it。〃
〃Rain； rain； rain；〃 Cindy said。 〃That's all people talk about these days。 Don't you get tired of talkin' about the weather？〃
〃Ain't nothin' else to talk about；〃 Jackie said。 〃Not if you're farmin'。〃
〃Only a fool would farm；〃 she said； then tossed her hand towel on the counter and walked to the front register。
Jackie finished a bite of ice cream。 〃She's probably right about that； you know。〃
〃Probably so。〃
〃Your daddy goin' up North？〃 he asked。
〃Goin' where？〃
〃Up North； to Flint。 I hear some of the boys are already makin' calls； tryin' to get on at the Buick plant。 They say the jobs are tight this year； can't take as many as they used to； so folks are already scramblin' to get on。 Cotton's shot to hell again。 Another good rain and the river's over the banks。 Most farmers'll be lucky to make half a crop。 Kind of silly； ain't it？ Farm like crazy for six months； lose everything； then run up North to work and bring back enough cash to pay off debts。 Then plant another crop。〃
〃You goin' up North？〃 I asked。
〃Thinkin' about it。 I'm too young to get stuck on a farm for the rest of my life。〃
〃Yeah； me too。〃
He sipped his coffee； and for a few moments we silently contemplated the foolishness of farming。
〃I hear that big hillbilly took off；〃 Jackie finally said。
Fortunately I had a mouthful of ice cream； so I just nodded。
〃I hope they catch him；〃 he said。 〃I'd like to see him go to trial； get what's in' to him。 I already told Stick Powers that I'd be a witness。 I saw the whole thing。 Other folks are in' out now； tellin' Stick what really happened。 The hillbilly didn't have to kill that Sisco boy。〃
I shoveled in another scoop and kept nodding。 I had learned to shut up and look stupid when the subject of Hank Spruill came up。
Cindy was back； snuffling behind the counter； wiping this and that and humm
