Glory Over Everything by Kathleen Grissom Read Free Book Online Page B

gon’ be all right, and the boy’s doin’ jus’ fine!”
    â€œYou bes’ get a job closer in,” says Sheila.
    â€œAnd where’s that? You got somethin’ lined up for me?”
    Sheila don’t have an answer, and she goes out slamming the door behind her.
    U NTIL MY MAMA got sick, we went to church to get religion. The singin’ and the callin’ out to God lifts us up, but I always got my eye on the cake and milk they give you after.
    After she can’t walk that far no more, at night we sit together and ask God to help us out, but I don’t like it when Mama starts tellin’ me that she gon’ have to leave me and go on to see the Maker. Every time I say, “Don’t go, I don’t want you to go,” she tells me, “Baby boy, when I get the call, I got to go. You always ’member that even when you don’ see me, I still right there, watchin’ out for you. Come now, you tell your mama that you never gon’ forget that.”
    I promise her over and over, but I forget all of that the night she passes. I don’t care that I’m already eight years old, and I stay put on Sheila’s lap, cryin’. When Daddy gets there, he stands at the door like he don’t know if he’s in the right house. “What goin’ on here?” he says.
    â€œShe pass on,” Sheila says, but there’s no fight in her words.
    Real slow, Daddy goes over to Mama, then starts shaking her and calling out to her like he can bring her back. I bust off a Sheila’s lap and run over to push him away. “Don’t fuss with her, can’t you see she restin’!”
    Daddy looks at me, then back at Mama, and he says real quiet, “I never think this gonna happen.” Then he looks at me and grabs hold a my arms. “What we gonna do? What we gonna do?” he asks me, like I got the answer.
    Sheila takes over then, and in the morning Daddy takes me back with him, but it don’t work out, and the next Sunday he takes me to see Mr. Burton.
    T HE THING I like best about Mr. Burton is that he don’t mind when I ask questions. That’s just the way I is, full of questions. Quiet just isn’t for me. I’m like my mama in that, where I like the sound of talk. I like the sound of singing, too, even if it’s Robert when he don’t think nobody’s around. Then he lets loose. One day the slick man is working in the dining room, singing to the Lord like he’s in church, when Mr. Burton and me come through to the study. Robert don’t know we’s there, and Mr. Burton just winks down at me, then heads on past like he don’t see nothing.
    About a year ago, this Miss Caroline shows up at Mr. Burton’s art class that he gives on Saturdays. Mr. Burton was always a quiet man, but after a few weeks of Miss Caroline taking his classes, on the days she’s comin’ he goes around the house whistling, something Robert says I’m not allowed to do.
    R OBERT TELLS ME that I got to learn to be discreet, a word that he says means not to talk so much. One Saturday afternoon I go runnin’ for him. “Somethin’s goin’ on in the library,” I say. “Mr. Burton is in there with Miss Caroline, and it seems to me like they need some help.”
    â€œWhy are you bothering Mr. Burton?” Robert asks.
    â€œMolly sent me to ask him if he wants some tea, like always. I know he and Miss Caroline went to the library ’cause I saw them go.”
    â€œThen what is the problem?”
    â€œWell, the door is locked, and when I knock, they don’t answer. Could be both of ’em is sick,” I say.
    Robert tells me to stay back and goes to listen at the door. It don’t take him long before he comes back and gets us both into the dining room to do some polishing.
    â€œThey gon’ be all right?” I ask.
    â€œThey are having a private meeting,” he said.