Jinx and me and him had been talking about going to get the money and May Lynn, then buying some bus tickets and lighting out for California so he could spread her ashes, a mission of his I now better understood.
So we followed Mama out of the boardinghouse and walked with her toward the town square. When we got to the center of the square, she walked us to where there was a bench and a smattering of trees, one of them a big oak. The bench faced the courthouse. We all sat on the bench in the shade of the oak.
Mama said, “Now you just sit and watch the door to the courthouse there.”
We sat there not talking, because we could tell Mama didn’t want that. There was a clock built into the top of the courthouse, and it showed us it was almost high noon. We sat there watching it click to twelve, and when it did the noon whistle was set off, and it blew loud enough I put my hands over my ears.
People started coming out of buildings along the square, including the courthouse. After a moment, Mama said, “See that man there?”
“The fat one?” I said.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s Brian. That’s your daddy.”
Now, I hadn’t thought about the fact that he had gotten older, since Mama had aged so well. But there he was; a tall man with thinning hair and a big belly. As I looked at him I tried to see my face in him, but the truth was he was too far away for me to tell much of anything.
He stood outside the door of the courthouse and put one foot behind him, so that the sole of his shoe rested on the bricks.
“Have you spoken with him?” I said.
“No,” she said. “He’s not quite the Adonis I remember.”
“It’s still him, though,” I said.
“Yes. Watch.”
After a moment a nice-looking woman who was a little thick in the waist came down the walk with two girls trailing her. I figure they were a year apart, nine and ten was my guess, but I’m no good at guessing ages.
The woman smiled and my real daddy smiled. The woman touched his arm, and he let her slip it into the crook of his as he moved away from the wall. The little girls jumped up at him, so as to look him in the face, and I could hear him laugh even from where we sat. It was a happy laugh. The laugh of a man whose life had gone right and was good.
“He’s going to the cafe with them,” Mama said. “He was in there the first time I had lunch with Captain Burke. I didn’t know it was him, but I remember looking at him and thinking he looked familiar, and the next time I was in there with Captain Burke, Brian came over and spoke to him, and Captain Burke introduced me as Helen Wilson. Then he introduced me to Brian. Course, I knew who he was by then, but he never figured out who I was. He didn’t recognize me at all. I haven’t aged that much, have I?”
“No, Mama,” I said. “You look fine.”
“I thought so…well, I think I look pretty good.”
“You look real good,” Jinx said. Terry nudged her with his shoulder, letting her know to butt out; this was just me and Mama talking.
“He didn’t know me from nothing. I found out where he had his law office, in the courthouse there, and I knew he came to the cafe for lunch, so I came here to watch for him. And the first time I did his wife and daughters met him, right there. They hadn’t gone to the cafe with him those other times, for whatever reason, but there they were, and that’s where they went two days in a row.”
“How do you know?” I said.
“I followed them. And when I did, it came to me that his life is made. It’s all wrapped up neat in a bow, and I ought to leave it that way. I let him go back then, when I had a chance to keep him, and I have to let him go now, even if he would want something to do with me-and I doubt he would. Frankly, I wouldn’t want him to. We’re different now, and he’s happy, and I’m going to leave him that way. But because I have to let him go, it doesn’t mean you have to, Sue Ellen. He is your father.”
I looked at Brian and his family walking toward the cafe.
I said, “Funny thing is, I don’t feel nothing. Not a thing.”
“I’m sort of disappointed,” Mama said. “But I don’t feel anything, either.”
“Does this mean we’re going to get the money and bus tickets and go away?” Jinx said.
Mama smiled at Jinx. “It does. And Sue Ellen, wherever we go, it might be nice if we got you some education.”
We didn’t actually leave right away. Me and Jinx walked out of town the next day, back down the road, and made our path across the stretch that led to the old woman’s house. We knew our way now and made very quick time and didn’t have to spend the night in the woods. We had some bread and cheese to eat, and a little water in a jar.
When we got to the old woman’s house, it was mostly burned down. We walked around it and looked to see if there was anything to see, but there was just charred wood and the chimney standing up. There wasn’t any way we could figure what happened for sure, but our guess was folks traveling down the river had used it to hole up in at night, and someone had been careless with the fireplace. If that was the case, they looked to have escaped. Wasn’t any bodies in the burned wreck that we could see.
The shovel was still there where it had been under the house, though now the house had fell down on it and burned the handle off. We took the blade out of the ashes and went to where we had buried the cans and dug them up. They looked fine.
Walking down to the river, we carried the cans and eased along to where Skunk had been buried. We didn’t discuss it, we just done it like it was in our heads all along, and it might well have been.
The side of the bank where Skunk had been buried was busted open, and there wasn’t any sign of his body.
“Shit,” Jinx said.
“I think he just got washed away,” I said.
“Ain’t been no serious rains since we left here,” she said.
“That don’t mean the body might not have fallen out, and there could have been enough water to carry it off.”
“Can’t be sure,” she said. “And I don’t see how there’d be any more water than there is now without there being any more rain.”
“You’re the one that don’t believe in miracles,” I said. “He didn’t walk away. His head was torn off.”
“I don’t believe in miracles,” she said, “but that damn Skunk might change my mind.”
I supposed the body could actually have been dug out by someone who was curious, saw part of it poking out, though I couldn’t figure the reason anyone would want him. Maybe wild animals dragged him off, or an alligator. That made some sense. But to tell you true, I don’t know what really happened and never did figure it.
Bottom line to all this is, we walked out with the money and May Lynn, and back to Gladewater. We got there early night, and later that night in the boardinghouse, we counted out the money. There wasn’t no way to divide it up right, cause there were a number of large bills. Mama wasn’t in on the divide, but I promised her half of my third. Next day we took some of the money and bought bus tickets to ride out the next morning to California, with what Mama called some scenic stops along the way.
We talked about how we would take May Lynn’s ashes and toss them at some famous Hollywood spot. We had talked about it many times, but for the first time, at least as far as I was concerned, it finally seemed real. While we talked, I peeked at Terry. He had tears in his eyes. I think maybe he had decided he wasn’t a murderer, but that hadn’t changed his feelings of responsibility. I decided then and there that I forgave him, and that he was going to punish himself plenty enough. I was also mad at May Lynn, even if she was dead; she shouldn’t have treated him that way. But I forgave her, same as Terry.
Terry didn’t tell Mama what he had done, and me and Jinx didn’t want him to. We figured that at this point it was just best to let that dog lie.
Before bed that night, me and Mama had a private moment out on the porch of the boardinghouse. We was sitting in rocking chairs, taking in the breeze. After a while, I said, “Mama, you still dream about that black horse?”
“You know, after you killed Skunk, that dream mostly stopped, just now and again I’d have it. But when I told
