Will you?
Will you ask him?”
The child had stopped whimpering. Its lead-colored eyelids showed a thin line of eyeball.
“I’m not afraid,” Temple said.
“Things like that dont happen.
Do they?
They’re just like other people.
You’re just like other people.
With a little baby.
And besides, my father’s a ju-judge.
The gu-governor comes to our house to e-eat—What a cute little bu-ba-a-by,” she wailed, lifting the child to her face; “if bad mans hurts Temple, us’ll tell the governor’s soldiers, wont us?”
“Like what people?” the woman said, turning the meat.
“Do you think Lee hasn’t anything better to do than chase after every one of you cheap little—” She opened the fire door and threw her cigarette in and slammed the door.
In nuzzling at the child Temple had pushed her hat onto the back of her head at a precarious dissolute angle above her clotted curls.
“Why did you come here?”
“It was Gowan.
I begged him.
We had already missed the ball game, but I begged him if he’d just get me to Starkville before the special started back, they wouldn’t know I wasn’t on it, because the ones that saw me get off wouldn’t tell.
But he wouldn’t.
He said we’d stop here just a minute and get some more whiskey and he was already drunk then.
He had gotten drunk again since we left Taylor and I’m on probation and Daddy would just die.
But he wouldn’t do it.
He got drunk again while I was begging him to take me to a town anywhere and let me out.”
“On probation?” the woman said.
“For slipping out at night.
Because only town boys can have cars, and when you had a date with a town boy on Friday or Saturday or Sunday, the boys in school wouldn’t have a date with you, because they cant have cars.
So I had to slip out.
And a girl that didn’t like me told the Dean, because I had a date with a boy she liked and he never asked her for another date.
So I had to.”
“If you didn’t slip out, you wouldn’t get to go riding,” the woman said.
“Is that it?
And now when you slipped out once too often, you’re squealing.”
“Gowan’s not a town boy.
He’s from Jefferson.
He went to Virginia.
He kept on saying how they had taught him to drink like a gentleman, and I begged him just to let me out anywhere and lend me enough money for a ticket because I only had two dollars, but he—”
“Oh, I know your sort,” the woman said.
“Honest women.
Too good to have anything to do with common people.
You’ll slip out at night with the kids, but just let a man come along.”
She turned the meat.
“Take all you can get, and give nothing.
‘I’m a pure girl; I dont do that’.
You’ll slip out with the kids and burn their gasoline and eat their food, but just let a man so much as look at you and you faint away because your father the judge and your four brothers might not like it.
But just let you get into a jam, then who do you come crying to? to us, the ones that are not good enough to lace the judge’s almighty shoes.”
Across the child Temple gazed at the woman’s back, her face like a small pale mask beneath the precarious hat.
“My brother said he would kill Frank.
He didn’t say he would give me a whipping if he caught me with him; he said he would kill the goddam son of a bitch in his yellow buggy and my father cursed my brother and said he could run his family a while longer and he drove me into the house and locked me in and went down to the bridge to wait for Frank.
But I wasn’t a coward.
I climbed down the gutter and headed Frank off and told him.