Lou Ann picked up Dwayne Ray and bounced him. “Well, maybe if you don’t eat a peck of dirt before your first birthday then you won’t die so quick, is what I say.”
I sat down on the bench. “Listen, I’ve made up my mind about something. I’m going to drive Esperanza and Estevan to a safe house in Oklahoma. And while I’m there I’m going to see if I can find any of Turtle’s relatives.”
She stared at me. Dwayne Ray came down on her knee with a bump, and was stunned into being quiet.
“What for?”
“So they can sign her over to me.”
“Well, what if they won’t? What if they see how good she’s turning out and decide they want her back?”
“I don’t think they will.”
“But what if they do?”
“Damn it, Lou Ann, you’ve been telling me till you were blue in the face to do something, take action, think positive, blah, blah, blah. I’m trying to think positive here.”
“Sorry.”
“What other choice have I got than to go? If I just sit here on my hands, then they take her.”
“I know. You’re right.”
“If her relatives want her back, then I’ll think of something. We’ll cut that fence when we come to it.”
“What if you can’t find them? Sorry.”
“I’ll find them.”
Lou Ann, uncharacteristically, had overlooked the number-one thing I ought to be worried about. Over the next few days Mattie asked me about fifty times if I was sure I knew what I was doing. She told me that if I got caught I could get five years in prison and a $2,000 fine for each illegal person I was assisting, which in this case would be two. To tell the truth, I couldn’t even let these things enter my head.
But Mattie persisted. “This isn’t just hypothetical. It’s actually happened before that people got caught.”
“I don’t know why you’re worried about me,” I told her. “Esperanza and Estevan would get a whole lot worse than prison and a fine.”
I did suggest to Mattie, though, that it might be a good idea to fix the ignition on Two-Two, my VW, now that we were setting out across the country again. She looked at me as though I had suggested shooting an elected official.
“You are not taking that old thing,” she said. ‘You’ll take the Lincoln. It’s got a lot of room, and it’s reliable.”
I was offended. “What’s wrong with my car?” I wanted to know.
“What’s wrong with it, child, I could stand here telling you till the sun went down. And just about any one of those things could get you pulled over by a cop. If you think you care so much about Esperanza and Estevan, you’d better start using that head of yours for something besides thinking up smart remarks.” Mattie walked off. I’d seen her bordering on mad before, but never at me. Clearly she did not want me to go.
The night before I was to leave, Virgie Mae Parsons came knocking on the door. It was late but Lou Ann and I were still up, going round and round about what I ought to pack. She thought I should take my very best clothes in case I might have to impress someone with my financial security. She was sure that at the very least I ought to take a pair of stockings, which I would have to borrow from Lou Ann, not being in the habit of owning such things myself. I pointed out to her that it was the middle of summer and I didn’t think I’d need to impress anyone that much. We didn’t notice a timid little peck at the door until it grew considerably louder. Then Lou Ann was afraid to answer it.
I looked out the window. “It’s Virgie Mae, for heaven’s sake,” I said, and let her in.
She stood looking befuddled for a second or two, then pulled herself together and said, “Edna said I ought to come over and get you. We have something the children might like to see, if you don’t think it would do too much harm to wake them.”
“What, a surprise?” Lou Ann asked. She was back in less than a minute with Dwayne Ray in one arm and Turtle by the other hand. Turtle trailed grumpily behind, whereas Dwayne Ray chose to remain asleep, his head bobbing like an old stuffed animal’s. In the intervening minute I had not extracted any further information from Virgie.
We followed her out our front door and up the walk to their porch. I could make out Edna sitting in the glider, and in the corner of the porch we saw what looked like a bouquet of silvery-white balloons hanging in the air.
Flowers.
A night-blooming cereus, Virgie Mae explained. The flowers open for only one night of the year, and then they are gone.
It was a huge, sprawling plant with branches that flopped over the porch railing and others that reached nearly as high as the eaves. I had certainly noticed it before, standing in the corner in its crumbling pot, flattened and spiny and frankly extremely homely, and it had crossed my mind to wonder why Virgie Mae didn’t throw the thing out.
“I’ve never seen anything so heavenly,” Lou Ann said.
Enormous blossoms covered the plant from knee level to high above our heads. Turtle advanced on it slowly, walking right
