Family Thang

“What do you mean? Are you talking about anyone in particular? Me?”

“Did I mention anyone by name?”

“No, you didn’t, Momma. Only you and I are here, I’m inclined to believe you’re talking about me.”

“Ruth Ann, you’re inclined to believe whatever the hell you wanna believe.”

Ruth Ann almost said something mean. Take her home and be done with her. Next time her mother needed something, anything, then she’d better not call her. Call one of her children who isn’t a monster. Let one of them take her shopping, let one of them drive her to Little Rock when she needed to see the doctor, let one of them loan her money.

She made a quick right onto her mother’s street and sped up. After whipping into the driveway and coming to a body-lurching stop, she said, “Here ya go. Home sweet home.” As Ida fumbled with the door handle, Ruth Ann put the stick into reverse.

“Can you at least wait till I get out the damn car!”

Gun it, Ruth Ann thought. Gun it and watch Granny break dance on the concrete.

She was easing her foot off the brake pedal when she heard a door slam behind her, and then Leonard appeared at Ida’s side, helping her out the car.

“Come on, Mother,” he said. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

Now Ida found it extremely difficult moving a foot. “My dear Leonard,” she said, “I could always depend on you.”

Ruth Ann wanted to scream. “Any damn day,” she mumbled.

“What was that, Ruth Ann?” Leonard asked. She didn’t respond. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“No, Leonard. Wal-Mart is having a sale on monster food, hate to miss it.”

Shirley walked up to the car. “How’s Momma doing? Is she all right?”

“She’s going to be fine,” Leonard said.

“You think we should call a doctor?” Shirley asked.

“Doctor Frankenstein,” Ruth Ann said.

Leonard and Ida, arms around each other, walked toward the house. “Leonard,” Ida said when they were at the door, “I know you had nothing to do with it.”

“Yes, Mother.”

Ruth Ann and Shirley exchanged puzzled glances. “Shirley,” Ruth Ann said, “could you back up and let me out.”

“Aren’t you coming in?”

“No. Momma’s in a I-only-care-for-my-son mood.”

“Come on, Ruth Ann. She’s having a hard time. We need to show her our support. She’s so upset she’s confessing to a murder she didn’t commit. You know she didn’t kill Daddy.”

“Where’s Robert Earl?”

“He kept going. Come on.”

Ruth Ann reluctantly stepped out and followed Shirley to the one-story, four-bedroom, red brick house. The black barrel her daddy had converted to a barbecue grill lay on its side in the front yard, a heap of ash spilling out from it.

Ruth Ann wondered why no one had picked it up and put it in the shed. Her daddy’s late-model Ford truck was parked in the open bay garage. It was dusty. If her daddy were alive, you would not have found a speck of dust on it.

Ruth Ann struggled with the grill. “Shirley, help me with this.” Shirley joined her and they uprighted the grill. “Where’s Shane?” Ruth Ann said, rolling the grill to the side of the house. “He should be seeing to things around here.” She slapped the dust off her hands.

Shirley held the front door open. “Come on, Ruth Ann. Don’t worry about that now.”

Inside, Leonard was sitting in her daddy’s favorite chair, reading a newspaper, feet propped up on the table, as if he’d assumed the role of man of the house.

“Where’s Momma?” Ruth Ann asked him.

“In the kitchen.”

“In the kitchen? Doing what?”

“Cooking.”

“Cooking!” Ruth Ann and Shirley exclaimed. Shirley started for the kitchen.

Leonard put the paper down. “Leave her be, Shirley. Mother is under a lot of stress right now. If cooking takes her mind off her troubles, then let her cook.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Shirley said. “What’s she cooking?”

“I don’t know. Whatever it is I’m going to eat it.” He motioned Shirley to come closer. Whispering: “You, too, Ruth Ann.”

He grabbed the remote and clicked up the volume on the television. “Don’t you see what’s happening?” he asked, looking from Shirley to Ruth Ann. They shook their heads. “Mother thinks one of us killed Daddy, and she’s blaming herself. Imagine the anguish she’s experiencing now.”

“She told you this?” Ruth Ann asked.

“No, she did not. It’s the only thing makes sense. We know she didn’t do it.”

“You really think she believes one of us did it?” Shirley said.

“Correction,” Ruth Ann said. “She thinks one of us among you, Robert Earl and me did it. She exonerated Leonard outside, remember?”

“Well, yes,” Leonard said. “Mother knows I didn’t arrive in time to plot and execute a murder. Whoever did it was already here.”

“You can tell her to scratch my name off her list,” Ruth Ann said. “I didn’t do it.”

Leonard said, “She doesn’t know exactly who did it, but she suspects one of her children. You can’t blame her for thinking that. Who else other than a family member stood to gain from Daddy’s death? Mother is suffering now.”

Ruth Ann snorted. “Hello! She’s not the only one suffering. I’m suffering, too, but I’m not pointing a finger at anyone.”

“Leonard,” Ida called from the kitchen.

“Yes, Mother,” Leonard replied in a tone that rubbed Ruth Ann’s nerves.

“Would you like an apple pie?”

“Oh, Mother, apple pie would be delightful.”

“This is outrageous,” Ruth Ann said. “She’s totally forgotten she has three other children. What’s she going to do when you go back to Chicago, Leonard? By the way, when are you going back?”

Leonard crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. “Ruth Ann, am I detecting a tinge of jealousy?”

“Yes!”

“If she gives me a slice of pie, I’m fine,” Shirley said.

“For your information, Ruth Ann,” Leonard said, “I’ve decided to stay here until Mother comes to terms with what happened.”

“That might take years,” Ruth Ann said.

“I doubt it. I’m in for the duration. It’s the least I can do.”

“What about your job?” Ruth Ann said. “And whatshisface?”

“His name is Victor Fields, and our relationship and my job are secure.”

“Leonard, the possibility the money will be split four ways instead of five if one of the family committed the murder didn’t weigh on your hasty decision to stay, did it?”

“Please! My mother’s welfare is my only concern.”

“We’re her children, too,” Ruth Ann said. “Believe it or not, Leonard, we love her just as much as you do. We—Shirley, Robert Earl and I—stayed here when you ran off to Chicago. It’s not fair she exclude us.”

“Exclude you from what, Ruth Ann? Other than the barbecue, when was the last time you visited Mother?” He waited for a reply. None came. “Mother needs a little down time. Why don’t you and Shirley come back later, after she has rested?”

“Negro, please!” Ruth Ann said, fed up with this conversation. Leonard said something, but she ignored him