BLACKWATER:The Mysterious Saga of the Caskey Family by Michael McDowell Read Free Book Online

consigned his daughter to the care of the redheaded stranger, while his sister-in-law and his niece had stood in plain sight! "Mama," said Sister, "you look at Grace, she won't leave Miss Elinor alone! Miss Elinor has got a friend for life!"
    Mary-Love, who had exhibited no desire to become intimate with Miss Elinor the previous evening or earlier that morning, now could hardly be brought to speak to the young woman—and wouldn't have allowed Sister to do so either, had not the desire for concrete information regarding Miss Elinor's antecedents and intentions been of overwhelming moment. When Sister brought her mother the news (obtained in one corner of the church, and delivered in another) that James was going to try to get Miss Elinor a place in the school, Mary-Love sighed deeply, and sat down on the hard bench with the air and the motion of a fighter who has just had all the wind knocked out of him in a single cruel blow. "Oh, Sister," said Mary-Love in a low moaning voice, "I knew she would do it..."
    "Do what, Mama?"
    "Worm her way in. Bore her way in. Dig right down in the mud of Perdido until she couldn't be dragged out again by seventeen men pulling on a rope that was tied around her neck—and I just wish it were!"
    "Mama," cried Sister, looking around to where Elinor sat—quite demurely—talking to Miz Driver and still holding Grace Caskey upon her lap, "you are being hard on her, and I don't think she deserves it!"
    "Just wait, Sister," said Mary-Love, "just wait and tell me that again in six months."
    That night—not late, for when there was so much to do during the daylight that could not be accomplished in darkness, everyone went to sleep early— Oscar Caskey and his uncle James lay together in the bed that was usually occupied by Annie Bell Driver and her insignificant spouse. The Driver house was crowded with men, colored and white, very well-off and very poor, very old and quite young (though the youngest remained with their mothers in the church), so that every chamber was filled with mattresses and snoring.
    Two of Miz Driver's sons slept on the floor at the foot of their parents' bed breathing noisily through their mouths, so when Oscar raised himself on his elbow and spoke to his uncle it was in a whisper.
    "What are you gone do about Miss Elinor?" Oscar asked. "Mama told me you spent the morning with her. The whole morning, Mama said."
    "Well, she's a nice girl," remarked James. "And I feel bad about what happened to her. Trapped in the Osceola, her bag gone, no money, no certificate, no job, no place to go. She is as bad off as anybody in this town—in fact, worse than most!"
    "I know it," said Oscar softly. "I cain't understand why Mama took such a whole-cloth disliking to her. Makes things hard."
    "Mary-Love doesn't want me to do anything," James agreed, tapping a bony finger against Oscar's pillow next to Oscar's nose. "Mary-Love doesn't want me to address another word in Miss Elinor's direction."
    "But you are gone do something, aren't you, James?"
    "Of course, I am! I'm gone get her a job. She's gone be teaching in September. In fact, she may have to start as soon as we get the school back open, because I don't think Byrl and Edna McGhee are even gone try to clean up their house, though I don't think there's probably more than two feet of mud on their kitchen floor. If they go—and Edna's got people in Tallahassee who'll take her and Byrl in right now— then Miss Elinor can start at the school right away."
    "Well, that's good," said the younger man, and looked over his uncle's shoulder at the rising moon through the window. "But where is she gone live? She cain't go back to the Osceola—they charge two dollars a day. A fourth-grade teacher doesn't make that kind of money—not two dollars a day and having to buy food, too."
    "I've already thought about it, Oscar," said James. "And what I've decided is—she's gone stay with Grace and me."
    "What?" Oscar exclaimed so loudly that the Driver