Blackwater - The War Part 6

"We can get to Mobile and back," said Miriam. "And I didn't bring any coupons."

"Let me fill it up for you," said Dollie Faye, taking the nozzle from the pump. "You can give me the coupon some other time."

"Hey, Mr. Crawford," said Frances, waving at Dial. The old man slumped up off the bench and came forward with a wet rag to wipe off the winds.h.i.+eld.

Dial Crawford stared at her and mumbled incoherently.

"Sir?" asked Frances, not understanding a word he said.

"Don't mind him," called Dollie Faye from the back of the car. "You be quiet, Dial!"

The man continued to murmur and stare at Frances all the while he wiped the winds.h.i.+eld. Something about him frightened Frances, and she drew her sweater closer about her shoulders.

After filling the tank, Dollie Faye came around and said, "I'll put it on Sister's bill."

"Thank you, Miz Crawford," said Miriam politely. "I'll drop the coupons by tomorrow."

"Well," said Dollie Faye, with some significance, "don't worry about it. You two girls save your brains for school. I know how hard you're working down there, and it makes your family so happy. Listen, you need any gas, you stop by here on your way down in the morning. Just knock on my window there"- she pointed behind her-"and I'll get up and give it to you." She looked up and down the road. It was dark, and no car had pa.s.sed since Miriam had pulled up. "There's never anybody out this early..."

Miriam said, "Miz Crawford, you just got yourself a pair of wings in heaven."

With a full tank of gas, Miriam and Frances drove off through the darkness toward Mobile.

92.With Dollie Faye's undercover a.s.sistance, Miriam and Frances finished their year at Sacred Heart. Miriam graduated second in her cla.s.s, and the Gas-keys were all there to see her accept her diploma. Miriam did not hesitate to declare herself relieved that it was all over and done with now. Back in Perdido, no one dared ask her the question, What will you do now? And characteristically, Miriam did not immediately reveal her intentions. Instead, the day after graduation she appeared at breakfast at her parents' house and said to her father, "Well, Oscar, since I'm not going to Mobile today, I might as well go over to the mill and help you out."

"Lord, Miriam, I wish you would. I sure could use some help. Every day it seems like I'm getting further and further behind in everything."

Father and daughter drove off together, came home at noon together, went back to the mill together right after second gla.s.ses of iced tea, and collapsed on the front porch together at five-thirty. "Miriam," her father said with a shaking of his head, "you went through that work like n.o.body's business. I never saw anything like it. You've set me up for a week."

"I'll go again tomorrow if you want me," said Miriam offhandedly. "I don't have anything else to do yet."

"I wish you would," returned Oscar quickly. He had not dared ask her directly.

After that, Miriam went to the mill every day. She kept the same hours as her father. Oscar had a hole knocked in one wall of his office in order to double the s.p.a.ce. Miriam got her own desk and filing cabinets, and found a high school girl to do her typing. A month later, Oscar came to her office, and handed her a paycheck.

"Oscar," she said, looking at the draft, "why are 93.you wanting to pay me for this work? I'm doing it for fun."

"I cain't help it, Miriam. I was feeling so guilty about you working your head off like you're doing, I have to do it to ease my conscience."

She looked at the check. "Then I guess I really am working for you."

"That's right. I don't think I could do without you now."

"I don't think you could either," she confirmed. She handed her father the check across the desk. "So this isn't enough money. Raise my salary."

He shook his head, sighed, and wandered off to the accounting office. Miriam got her raise.

"What are you gone do with all that money, darling?" Sister asked her one evening at Elinor's.

"None of your business," returned Miriam. Only Miriam could have said that without true insolence.

"Are you gone give me some to help run the house?"

Miriam laughed. "Sister, you are rich as Croesus right now. Are you gone give me some rent for living over there in the house that belongs to me?"

"No," returned Sister, "I am not. You don't have any idea how much time and energy I put in to keeping that house going."

"Then we're even," retorted Miriam. She looked around the porch at her family, the members of which were reading, playing checkers, or rocking in swings and gliders in the warm evening breezes. "I'm investing my money," Miriam said.

"In what?" asked Frances, looking up.

"Diamonds," returned Miriam. "I got me another safety-deposit box, and I'm gone fill it up..."

The family concluded that Miriam would always be Mary-Love's little girl, no matter how long the old woman had been dead.

CHAPTER 50.

Billy Bronze

Every Sat.u.r.day and Sunday throughout the duration of the war, Perdido was flooded with soldiers on leave from Eglin Air Base. Some of these men wanted to attend church and others wanted to find a local girl to take to the dance hall built on stilts out over Lake Pinchona. These soldiers were eagerly taken in by Perdido families, given ma.s.sive plates of fish on Sat.u.r.day night, hams and racks of ribs on Sunday after church, and entertained on the front porch afterward. The servicemen were admitted free to the Ritz Theater and lent automobiles for drives to the lake. In return, the people of Perdido got extra ration coupons, smuggled tires, and food no longer available in the stores. Perdido remembered how the town had been changed by the influx of levee workers back in '22, and this wasn't all that different, except that the men were in uniform, came from all parts of the country, and were-thank G.o.d!-much more polite. At the end of every Sunday church service, the 95.congregation sang all four verses of "G.o.d Bless America" from an insert glued in the front of their hymnals. During this patriotic song, Elinor always looked about at the congregation, and would pick out the three or four or five soldiers she would ask home that day. During the postlude she would point out her choices to Queenie and Sister, and all three would hurry off to capture the men before anyone else got to them. For soldiers, Zaddie, Ivey, and Roxie fixed dinner and supper. Alone, the Caskeys had always got by with just dinner. Every Sunday, Elinor's dining room was crowded with family and the visitors in uniform. Some of the men from Eglin came only once, but most returned two or three times. Those particularly favored by the family visited the Caskeys at every conceivable opportunity. The family had never been so social or garrulous. There was always an Air Corps man worrying the cooks in the kitchen, sitting with Elinor on the porch upstairs, or waiting on the front steps for Frances and Miriam to return from Mobile late in the afternoon.

Occasionally colored servicemen came and lounged on the lattice or in the back yard, much to the delight of Zaddie and Luvadia.

Sometimes, at meals, their numbers were so large that the dining room would not hold them, and the food was served on a buffet set out on the upstairs porch. They flirted with Sister, who was older than the mothers of most of them; they treated James and Oscar with deference. They were in awe of Elinor, and studiously polite around Frances and Miriam and Lucille as if to show the complete innocence of their intentions. They tried to take Danjo hunting, and they challenged Grace to increasingly more strenuous bouts of athletic prowess.

Most of these uniformed visitors were never around long enough to form really intimate ties with the family. After a certain amount of training they were 96 /.

s.h.i.+pped out to Europe or the South Pacific. The Cas-keys received a postcard or two, sometimes censored, but soon communication usually ceased.

The single exception to this transience on the part of Elinor's mult.i.tude of guests was a corporal from the North Carolina mountains. His name was Billy Bronze. He was an instructor in radio mechanics and permanently stationed at Eglin for the training of recent enlistees. He was strikingly handsome, with dark blond hair, gray eyes, and a jaw blue-shadowed with beard. His manner was reserved but self-a.s.sured. He was twenty-seven, and since most of Elinor's guests were no more than nineteen or twenty, he seemed mature in comparison. He once put a stop to some rowdiness in the back yard between white and colored soldiers and for his welcome intervention he was remembered and particularly asked back again. He came the next day, and the day after that. One weekend, he was asked to stay in one of the guest rooms if his leave and commanding officer permitted. He did so the following Sat.u.r.day night. Elinor came to rely on Corporal Bronze to keep all the boys in order, to weed out troublemakers, and to recommend those lonely men at Eglin who were most likely to benefit from the Caskeys' hospitality.

Billy, in most circ.u.mstances, was straightforward and friendly; with Frances, however, he seemed shy. Despite this shyness, and Frances's natural diffidence, they sought each other's company. And there were many opportunities for them to be together. Billy came to Perdido at least two evenings a week and sometimes more often. He spent every other weekend there, sleeping in the front room. In a house bustling with family, servants, and guests, however, the two young people rarely found themselves alone.

Oscar said to his wife one Sat.u.r.day night as they lay in bed after the house was quiet at last, "Corporal Bronze is paying a lot of attention to our little girl."

97."Yes, I believe he is," replied Elinor.

"What do you think of that?"

"I think Billy's a fine young man."

"Is he good enough for Frances?"

"n.o.body is good enough for our Frances, but she's bound to get married sometime, and Billy wouldn't be nearly as bad as some of the boys who have come through here. But it's one thing to feed them at the dinner table, and it's another to have them marry our daughter."

"Do you think we should say anything to Frances?" Oscar asked.

Elinor shook her head. "Frances will have decisions to make sometime or other. She's only twenty. Maybe she can put them off."

"Elinor, what sort of decisions are you talking about? You mean getting married?"

"No.. .not that," murmured Elinor vaguely. "Oscar, let's go to sleep. With these boys around, my days are always long..."

The Caskeys saw the incipient romance between Frances and Billy Bronze, but they were more curious to see how Elinor would react to it than they were to watch the actual progress of this tentative courts.h.i.+p. They all still remembered how Mary-Love, dead for five years now, had discouraged all relations.h.i.+ps outside the family; she would have had everyone remain unmarried and dependent upon her if she had had her way. Elinor had taken Mary-Love's place in the family, and it seemed to them that in that role she would react just as her mother-in-law had. But Elinor did not. She made no objection. In fact, she encouraged Billy's visits warmly, saying, "Frances enjoys having you around so much. The rest of us do, too." Late on Sat.u.r.day nights, after all the other boys had returned to Eglin and only Billy remained, Elinor took her husband off to bed 98.and left Frances and Billy alone on the screened porch.

On one such night, after they had been thus thoughtfully abandoned, Billy and Frances sat next to each other in the swing, rocking slowly and fanning themselves with paper fans. The hot night wind blew through the high branches of the water oaks, and the kudzu rustled on the bank of the levee. By the hundreds, moths anch.o.r.ed themselves to the screens, attracted to the low lights on the porch. Frances talked about Sacred Heart, and Billy spoke of Eglin. That night he kissed her.

The following night he kissed her twice.

"Who's your family?" Frances asked.

"I just have my father," he said. "And he's old and mean. Got money, though," laughed Billy.

"Your mania's dead?"

"He killed her."

"Killed her!"

"Talked mean to her for twenty-five years, until it just wore her out. He started talking mean to me at the funeral-because she wasn't around-so I joined the Air Corps. He said, 'Don't do it, Billy, I need me somebody to talk to.' I said, 'You talk to the walls and your empty bed. Goodbye.'"

"You shouldn't have spoken to your daddy like that," said Frances reprovingly.

"He killed my mother," returned Billy simply. "It was either join the Air Corps or end up beating him over the head with a two-by-four. I would have done it, too, if he had been talking mean to me for another two minutes."

"I'm sorry you don't get along."

"I am too. That's why I like coming around here."

"Why?" asked Frances.

"Because you're such a happy family."

Frances gave a little laugh.

99.Danjo was seventeen and in his junior year in high school when war was declared. James Caskey prayed G.o.d every night that Danjo might not be influenced by Elinor's visiting servicemen to enlist on the day that he turned eighteen. James would have been as forlorn without Danjo as Queenie was without Malcolm-who didn't even bother to write to his mother.

"You don't want to leave me, do you, darling?" said James. They were having breakfast one morning before Danjo went to school. Grace had left an hour earlier for an early morning swim at Lake Pin-chona.

" 'Course not," replied Danjo. "But probably I got to, James, unless they call off the war."

"They're not gone do that, I'm afraid. No, sir."

"I've been talking to Billy-"

"Don't you talk to those boys, Danjo, not even Billy Bronze!" cried James. "They're gone want you to join up. Bad enough they're always wanting to put a gun in your hands. Haven't Queenie and I taught you better than that? You remember what happened to your daddy and how he died. You remember what your brother did to poor old Dollie Faye Crawford. You think about that next time somebody puts a gun in your hands."

"I hate guns!" cried Danjo vehemently.

"You're my precious boy!" said James, and squeezed Danjo's hand across the table.

"Still, I was talking to Billy..." Danjo resumed tentatively.

"And?"

"James, you know I got to sign up next year sometime, I just got to."

"It's gone kill me if you do! I suppose you have to do it. This country has been so good to us, and now I guess it's time for us to be good to it. But I don't want you picking up a gun unless you are planning to shoot Adolf Hitler himself."

100."I won't," promised Danjo. "Let me finish, will you? Billy said if I signed up now-"

"No!"

"-if I signed up now," repeated Danjo deliberately, "I could sort of have my choice. And what he said was I could join the Air Corps and he'd talk to people and try to get me stationed over at Eglin. I could get in the Radio Corps, and Billy would take care of me for as long as he could. See, that's all I was trying to say, James, and you wouldn't let me finis.h.!.+"

"Does Billy really think he could get you stationed over at Eglin?"

"He says he could try."

James nodded slowly. "Then the next time I see him I'll speak to him about it. Maybe if you were over at Eglin, Danjo, it wouldn't kill me to have you gone."

"You'll have Grace here," Danjo pointed out.

"Grace will not make up for the loss of my little boy. Danjo, I just don't know what I'm gone do without you! I'm such an old man-I'm an old gray mare- and there's no more children around for me to steal and bring up like they were my own."

"Maybe Grace'll get married and have children, and you can take one of hers," suggested Danjo brightly.

"Grace is already an old bachelor," sighed James. "She's not gone get married. That's fine, 'cause she's pretty happy staying here with me, but I'm not gone get any grandchildren out of her."

"You want me to get married then?"

"I most certainly do not! You are too young to even think about that! I haven't even told you yet..."

"Told me what?"

James shrugged, embarra.s.sed. "How babies get born."

101.

"I know that!" laughed Danjo. "James, I'm seventeen, 'course I know that!"

"Who told you?"