I have to admit, thinking about digging her up and setting her on fire and going all the way out to Hollywood to dump her ashes seemed less appealing now that we had a huge bag of money. I was a little ashamed of myself for thinking that way, but there you have it.
“Well?” Terry said. “That’s not what we want. Is it?”
“No, I reckon not.”
Jinx’s face twisted up, then slowly straightened out. “Okay,” she said, and the word struggled out of her mouth like a rat out of a tight hole. “Sure. Let’s burn her up and haul her out.”
“Good,” Terry said. “It’s decided.”
9
We started back with Terry carrying the bag full of money from the crockery pot. When we got to the cane field we stopped and I cut us another snack. I figured since we had gone over deep into theft, we might as well go whole hog and hit the cane again.
The night was growing thick, and we left the cane field and went through a run of trees and out into a meadow of wild grass. It was a slightly different path than we had gone before, and the moonlight made the grass look like shiny water; the wind rustled it like someone shaking hard candy in a paper bag.
By going that way, we came down right behind where May Lynn lived. As we neared her place, you could hear the river run, and you could see the house near it creaking in the wind. Cletus was home, because we could see his old truck parked in the trail that ended up against the house. Course, if the truck wasn’t there, it didn’t mean he wasn’t home. Sometimes he lost his truck when he got drunk and got brought back by someone and dropped off, least that’s what May Lynn had said, and I didn’t have any reason to doubt her. It’s why I had been careful to want to call out to the house earlier, to make sure he knew we was there if he was home. He struck me as a man might shoot first and ask questions later.
Jinx spied the outhouse not far from us.
“I’m gonna have to stop and use the toilet,” she said.
“Can’t you wait?” Terry said.
“I can wait, but you won’t like it about the time we get to the boat.”
“Well, hurry up,” Terry said. “We’ll wait over by that tree.” He pointed at a big elm on the hill above the river.
Jinx darted across the way and inside the outhouse and closed the door.
Terry and I walked over to the elm, sat down under it, side by side, our backs against the trunk. Terry put the bag of money between his legs and looked off toward May Lynn’s house and the truck parked by it. He said, “Think he knows about May Lynn by now?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not in the mood to tell him anymore. Especially since we dug up the money his son stole and we’re thinking about digging his daughter up. I don’t know I could look him in the eye.”
“I don’t care,” Terry said. “With that money, we can get out of here.”
“Split three ways it won’t last long,” I said. “It’s a good start, but that’s all it is.”
“That’s all I want,” Terry said. “A good start. I’m like a bird with someone’s foot on its tail. I can’t fly. Stepdaddy has heard rumors about me, about me and a boy who came to visit before he married my mom. Those rumors are not true. But because he thinks it, he treats me bad and talks to me bad, and he hurts my mother’s feelings. He’s sucking the spirit out of her, like she’s nothing more than a sugar tit. And how come he’s made up his mind about me? How come so many people have? Do I seem like a sissy to you?”
I mulled that over.
“I do!” he said. “I can tell the way you’re thinking it over.”
“Well, you are very good-looking and you have good manners. I don’t see you with a lot of girls.”
“You’re a girl,” he said.
“But we’re friends,” I said.
Terry shook his head. “Looks are not my choice, and there are lots of people with good manners.”
“Not crossing my path,” I said.
“That’s the only reason you think I’m a sissy?”
I shook my head. “No. May Lynn. You didn’t look at her the way other men did. You didn’t even take notice when we went skinny-dipping; you hardly even looked.”
“You noticed her, or you wouldn’t be asking me why I didn’t notice her,” Terry said. “So do you like girls?”
“Sometimes, between me and you, I think I could have liked her. She looked like some kind of ice cream dessert. But no, I’m kidding. I reckon I’m inclined to men and a life of misery.”
“Not all men are miserable,” Terry said. “A man and a woman can be friends and be married.”
“Mama and Don aren’t friends,” I said.
“Yeah, and that’s precisely the reason they don’t get along,” Terry said.
“You got me there,” I said.
“That time we went skinny-dipping, when May Lynn was naked as a nymph, I noticed. I noticed plenty. I was on the sly about it, but I noticed. Thing is, May Lynn liked to use that body of hers for power, and I didn’t want to give it to her. I didn’t want her to know I liked what I saw. I don’t want anyone having power over me. Anyone. In any kind of way.”
Before I could fully get in line with this new information, I saw a man coming up from May Lynn’s house, trudging in the moonlight. He was heading for the outhouse. He had on a ragged hat and overalls and clodhopper boots with the laces untied. He had about him the look of a scarecrow that had climbed down from its pole.
“It’s Cletus,” I said, knowing it was the first time Terry had actually ever seen him.
We stood up but stayed in the shadows under the tree. Still, bright as the night was, he would have seen us easy had he looked that way, but he had his head down and was walking fast. He was a man on a mission.
He came to the outhouse, tugged on the door, and it didn’t open. Jinx had thrown the swivel lock inside. It wasn’t the sort of lock that would hold if someone was serious against it; it was more of a friendly reminder that someone was inside.
May Lynn’s old man stepped back and looked at the outhouse like it was strange to him. He said, “Who’s in there?”
“Just passing by,” Jinx said. “I’ll be out right soon.”
“Is that a nigger in there?” he said. “You sound like a nigger.”
“No,” Jinx said. “I’m white.”
“Better not be no black ass on my outhouse hole,” he said.
There was a long pause, and then the side of the outhouse bumped, and bumped again. A board came loose with a screech and popped out. Then another. Jinx shot out of there like a cannonball, causing the boards to fly completely off. She came charging toward the tree where we stood, pulling an overall strap over her shoulder as she ran.
Behind her came Cletus, running at a good pace, his loose bootlaces flapping.
I suppose the polite thing to do would have been to wait on Jinx, but we didn’t. Terry grabbed the bag, and we broke and ran like a couple of rabbits, leaving her to catch up. When I looked back over my shoulder, she was almost up with us, but Cletus was closing in fast.
“Hey, hey,” Cletus yelled. “That there is my bag.”
He had recognized it even in the dark.
We ran over the ridge and down to the river, and then we ran along its edge. When I looked back again, Cletus wasn’t slowing, and he had picked up a big stick. About that time, Jinx tripped and fell against the riverbank.
“I got you now,” Cletus yelled, and in fact he did.
I stopped and turned, saw him bring the stick down on the back of Jinx’s head as she tried to get up. It was a good solid blow, and it wasn’t meant to aggravate or wound. It was meant to kill. Jinx went down with her nose in the dirt, her heels flipping up like two startled birds.
