It no longer breathed in those weak, whistling gasps as it had when Horace entered the room.
On a chair beside the bed sat a tumbler half full of faintly discolored water, with a spoon in it.
Through the open window came the myriad noises of the square—cars, wagons, footsteps on the pavement beneath—and through it Horace could see the courthouse, with men pitching dollars back and forth between holes in the bare earth beneath the locusts and water oaks.
The woman brooded above the child.
“Nobody wanted her out there.
Lee has told them and told them they must not bring women out there, and I told her before it got dark they were not her kind of people and to get away from there.
It was that fellow that brought her.
He was out there on the porch with them, still drinking, because when he came in to supper he couldn’t hardly walk, even.
He hadn’t even tried to wash the blood off of his face.
Little shirt-tail boys that think because Lee breaks the law, they can come out there and treat our house like a.……Grown people are bad, but at least they take buying whiskey like buying anything else; it’s the ones like him, the ones that are too young to realise that people dont break the law just for a holiday.”
Horace could see her clenched hands writhing in her lap.
“God, if I had my way, I’d hang every man that makes it or buys it or drinks it, every one of them.
“But why must it have been me, us?
What had I ever done to her, to her kind?
I told her to get away from there.
I told her not to stay there until dark.
But that fellow that brought her was getting drunk again, and him and Van picking at each other.
If she’d just stopped running around where they had to look at her.
She wouldn’t stay anywhere.
She’d just dash out one door, and in a minute she’d come running in from the other direction.
And if he’d just let Van alone, because Van had to go back on the truck at midnight, and so Popeye would have made him behave.
And Saturday night too, and them sitting up all night drinking anyway, and I had gone through it and gone through it and I’d tell Lee to let’s get away, that he was getting nowhere, and he would have these spells like last night, and no doctor, no telephone.
And then she had to come out there, after I had slaved for him, slaved for him.”
Motionless, her head bent and her hands still in her lap, she had that spent immobility of a chimney rising above the ruin of a house in the aftermath of a cyclone.
“Standing there in the corner behind the bed, with that raincoat on.
She was that scared, when they brought the fellow in, all bloody again.
They laid him on the bed and Van hit him again and Lee caught Van’s arm, and her standing there with her eyes like the holes in one of these masks.
The raincoat was hanging on the wall, and she had it on, over her coat.
Her dress was all folded up on the bed.
They threw the fellow right on top of it, blood and all, and I said
‘God, are you drunk too?’ but Lee just looked at me and I saw that his nose was white already, like it gets when he’s drunk.
“There wasn’t any lock on the door, but I thought that pretty soon they’d have to go and see about the truck and then I could do something.
Then Lee made me go out too, and he took the lamp out, so I had to wait until they went back to the porch before I could go back.
I stood just inside the door.
The fellow was snoring, in the bed there, breathing hard, with his nose and mouth all battered up again, and I could hear them on the porch.
Then they would be outdoors, around the house and at the back too I could hear them.
Then they got quiet.
“I stood there, against the wall.
He would snore and choke and catch his breath and moan, sort of, and I would think about that girl lying there in the dark, with her eyes open, listening to them, and me having to stand there, waiting for them to go away so I could do something.
I told her to go away.
I said
‘What fault is it of mine if you’re not married?
I dont want you here a bit more than you want to be here.’
I said
‘I’ve lived my life without any help from people of your sort; what right have you got to look to me for help?’
Because I’ve done everything for him.
I’ve been in the dirt for him.
I’ve put everything behind me and all I ask was to be let alone.
“Then I heard the door open.
I could tell Lee by the way he breathes.