Vernie was a light-skinned woman whose hair was frosted gold. She weighed about three hundred pounds. Vernie would stay in the kitchen cooking all day and all night. Her daughter, Darcel, who was the same size as her mother, would welcome the men into the parlor and collect a few dollars for their food and drinks.
Some men, like Odell, would be happy to sit around and drink and listen to music on the phonograph. Vernie would come out now and then to shout hello at old friends and introduce herself to newcomers.
But if you were there for companionship there were girls upstairs who sat out in front of their doors if they weren't occupied with a customer. Huey Barnes sat in the hall on the second floor. He was a wide-hipped, heavy- boned man who had the face of an innocent child. But Huey was fast and vicious despite his looks, and his presence caused all business at Vernie's to run smoothly.
I went there in the early afternoon.
'Easy Rawlins.' Darcel reached her fat hands out to me. 'I did believe that you had died and left us for heaven.'
'Uh-uh, Darcie. You know I just been savin' it up for ya.'
'Well bring it on in here, baby. Bring it on in.'
She led me by the hand to the living room. A few men were sitting around drinking and listening to jazz records. There was a big bowl of dirty rice on the coffee table and white porcelain plates too.
'Easy Rawlins!' The voice came from the door to the kitchen.
'How you, baby?' Vernie asked as she ran up to me.
'Just fine, Vernie, just fine.'
The big woman hugged me so that I felt I was being rolled up in a feather mattress.
'Uh,' she groaned, almost lifting me from the floor. 'It's been too long, honey. Too long!'
'Yeah, yeah,' I said. I hugged her back and then lowered onto the couch.
Vernie smiled on me. 'You stay put now, Easy. I want you to tell me how things is goin' before you go wandr'in' upstairs.' And with that she went back to the kitchen.
'Hey, Ronald, what's goin' on?' I said to the man next to me.
'Not much, Ease,' Ronald White answered. He was a plumber for the city. Ronald always wore his plumber's overalls no matter where he was. He said that a man's work clothes are the only real clothes he has.
'Takin' a break from all them boys?' I liked to kid Ronald about his family. His wife dropped a son every twelve or fourteen months. She was a religious woman and didn't believe in taking precautions. At the age of thirty-four Ronald had nine sons, and one on the way.
'They like to tear the place down, Easy. I swear.' Ronald shook his head. 'They'd be climbin' 'cross the ceilin' if they could get a good hold. You know they got me afraid to go home.'
'Oh com'on now, man. It can't be that bad.'
Ronald's forehead wrinkled up like a prune, and he had pain in his face when he said, 'No lie, Easy. I come on in and there's a whole army of em, runnin' right at me. First the big ones come leapin'. Then the ones can hardly walk. And while the little ones come crawlin' Mary walks in, so weak that she's like death, and she's got two babies in her arms.
'I tell ya, Easy. I spend fifty dollars on food and just watch them chirren destroy it. They eat every minute that they ain't yellin'.' There were actually tears in Ronald's eyes. 'I swear I can't take it, man. I swear.'
'Darcel!' I yelled. 'Come bring Ronald a drink, quick. You know he needs it too.'
Darcel brought in a bottle of I. W. Harpers and poured all three of us a drink. I handed her three dollars for the bottle.
'Yeah,' Curtis Cross said. He was sitting in front of a plate of rice at the dining table. 'Chirren is the most dangerous creatures on the earth, with the exception of young girls between the ages of fifteen and forty- two.'
That even got Ronald to smile.
'I don't know,' Ronald said. 'I love Mary but I think I'm'a have to run soon. Them kids a'kill me if I don't.'
'Have another drink, man. Darcie, just keep'em comin', huh? This man needs to forget.'
'You already paid for this bottle, Easy. You can waste it any way you want.' Like most black women Darcel wasn't happy to hear about a man who wanted to abandon his wife and kids.
'Just three dollars and you still make some money?' I acted like I was surprised.
'We buy bulk, Easy.' Darcie smiled at me.
'Could I buy it like that too,' I asked, as if it was the first time I had ever heard of buying hijack.
'I don't know, honey. You know Momma and me let Huey take care of the shoppin'.'
That was it for me. Huey wasn't the kind of man to ask about Frank Green. Huey was like Junior Forney—mean and spiteful. He was no one to tell my business.
I drove Ronald home at about nine. He was crying on my shoulder when I let him out at his house.
'Please don't make me go in there, Easy. Take me with you, brother.'
I was trying to keep from laughing. I could see Mary at the door. She was thin except for her belly and there was a baby boy in each of her arms. All their children crowded around her in the doorway pushing each other back to get a look at their father coming home.
'Come on now, Ron. You made all them babies, now you got to sleep in your bed.'
