a sail before! I wanted to run right over to the landing but Mama said Wait till we know for sure its Mister Watson.
Soon the sail was so near that when the boat turned toward us we heard the canvas rumpus in the breeze. Mama said Just in case thats Mister Watson wed best stand up sos he can see us and not make him go over there to that hotel for nothing. So we stood up in a line outside the deepo all but Rob who was slowched off to one side. Rob wanted to make it plain as plain that he had no part in this hole dumb plan of accepting Papas charity down in south Florida.
It was pretty close to noon there was no shade and we stood in the hot wind watching as two figures walked toward us. In the glare they looked like two black insects a thick one and a thin one kind of shimering on the white sand flat. When I reconized Papa I cried out because I wanted to run to meet him but Mama only shook her head. We just stood there stiff as sticks. Here come our long lost Papa and nobody calling and nobody smiling! I started to cry.
Mister Watson was dressed in a linen suit string tie and black boots glissening and big mustash and sideburns. Stopped a few yards away took off his black Western hat and made a little bow. Nobody made a move nor spoke a word. Im sorry we are late he said after a look at a gold watch on a chain. Rough wether on the gulff. His voice was deep and pleasant kind of gruff but he looked real glad to see this gloomy bunch saying My O My with a big smile for us four frights in our stupid line that dared to call ourselves his family. He kept his hat off but he came no closer so as not to scare us.
I could see Mama yerning to smile back. The new rose bonnet she had scrimped for saying over and over how buying it was a disgraseful waste cause who knows she might never wear it again-that pesky hat had tilted and gone lopsided like it was melting. Poor Mama never even noticed thats how wore out the poor thing was from no sleep and bad nerves. Her red hands she was so ashamed of were clenched white at her waist and her elegant face so pale and peaked broke my heart.
Papa said Well Mrs. Watson thats a fine looking family you have there!
Mama nodded being too upset to speak. The best she could do was give a smile to the strange boy who came with Papa and looked just as shy and scarred as all the rest of us. He was skinny and brown hair near white from the hot sun and very long legs in outgrown pants which came to a stop high above his long bare feet. Probably no underware which I admit is none of my fool bizniss.
I gave this boy a suden smile that scarred the daylites out of him. Went tomato red frowned something terible looked up at the sky serching for birds then faced away from us trying to whissle.
Finely Papa stepped across the space holding both hands out to Mama.
I saw her hands how the poor fingers started up then quit and clutched each other and how Papas hands were closing. All four hands were quitting. Someone had to
When I turned around Mama was smiling a beautiful smile kind of crooked but full of hope. I never saw such a deer expresion on that lonesome face. Her smile was a signal to the boys to run and jump on Papa the way fool boys do for the pure heck of it. Mama was covering up her tears by scolding them for rinkling his linen suit but he was happy Papa Bear woofing and rolling around just like he used to. Thretened to run off into the woods with a hole armlode of kids that he wood eat up later in his cave. Eddie was screching due to nervous fright but little Lucius only six was quiet. He let himself be bounced and tossed turning his head sos to watch Mama over his Daddys shoulder and make sure she didnt run away and leve him.
That darn Rob never budged one inch from where he was. Kept his hands in his hip pockets giving Papa his worst serly stare and making the hole family look at his bad maners and his old curled lip. But Rob could not meet Papas eye so he jerked his chin at the strange boy as if to say
Mama warned him. Just a murmur.
Papa put the small ones down then stratened his coat up kind of slow. Well son he said and stepped forward to shake hands. Oh how that scared us knowing Rob was going to refuse! But Papa had gessed what Rob would do and he was reddy. Kept his hand out there maybe half a minute till Rob terned red and that serly stare fell all apart and he shot a despert look over at Mama.
Then Rob came out with that braking voice he had since Arkansas where he first grew that pathetical mustash to go with all his hickeys.
Mama cried Mister Watson please hes just upset he means no harm! Those were her first words to her husband in five years.
He brought his arm down and he spoke real quiet. I have some explaining to do that is correct boy and I aim to do that when Im ready. But next time you speak about your mother in that way you better be mighty careful I dont hear you.
Rob had scarred himself. He backed up set to run. She
Papa said in fury Sonborn you are dam lucky to have her!
He turned away and jerked his chin toward the lanky boy with the bare feet. This young feller here is Erksin Tomsin. Hes going to make me a fine schooner captain. Erksin I have the honor to present Mrs. Jane Watson. She is a school teacher and I hope she will see to your further education and mine too. This beautiful young lady is Miss Carrie Watson and these fine fellows are Eddie and Lucius.
Lucius is six but Papa picked him up like he was two to gayze into his face. I have not seen this feller since he was in diapers he told Erksin Tomsin setting him back down. Hes turned out fine. Lucius gave Mama a shy look to see if she thought hed turned out fine like Papa said.
Erksin Tomsin shook hands all around. He looked clean and did not smell too bad. His hand was very hard and callised. I hung on an extra second so I could watch him serch the sky again but I let go quick when I saw Papa watching. And this said Papa is my oldest son Master Robert Watson.
Sonborn Rob wispered.
Rob? He was only teasing Mama said.
When Erksin Tomsin put his hand out Rob yanked him off balance but he did not fall. He gripped Robs hand and looked over at his boss. Papa put his arms behind his back and looked toward the gulf and hummed a toon.
The boy yanked Robs arm around behind and twisted it up hard til Rob squeeked. We knew Rob would not squeek again not even if his arm got twisted off like a boyled chicken wing. But this boy did not know that yet so Mama said gently Erksin? Please. Let him go.
Rob jammed his hands into his hip pockets. He looked from Erksin towards our father and then back noding his head like he was ploting his ravenge. I knew what he was thinking and felt sorry for him. If Papa had only sent for us a few years ago his oldest son would be his scooner captain not some skrawny cracker.
ERSKINE THOMPSON
Like most Island families, what we called home weren’t nothing but gray ol’ storm boards flung together, palmetta thatch for roof and a dirt floor, but when Mister Watson learned his family was coming, he had new lumber for a honest-to-God house shipped down from Tampa Bay. Two carpenters came, too. Used Dade County pine, which is workable when green but cures so hard you’d be better off driving a nail into a railroad track. Best construction wood they is. When the house was finished, he painted her white and that white house stood so high up on that mound you could see her over the mangrove tops, sailing upriver. Except Storters at Everglade, there weren’t no home close to her between Fort Myers and Key West, and we got her finished just in time.
Sailing north to Punta Gorda, Mister Watson and me hit rough seas in the Gulf right up to San Carlos Bay. Punta Gorda at that time was the end of the South Florida Railroad, so unless we come for ’em by sea, the family had to go on south by horse and hack, five hours overland on the old cattle trails to the Alva ferry across the Calusa
