certainly strange. Hereâs a word I never heard of. I canât imagine what it means, but itâs in my handwriting! Itâs spelled H-E-R-E.ââ
The faces around our supper table went blank. Campbell Junior was the first to laugh. He never had been dull-witted.
âH-E-R-E,â Mama murmured. âH-E-R-E.â Then it dawned on herâand the rest of us. âThat spells
herel
Just plain old HERE! â
âHear, hear!â I said, and even Aunt Loma got off her high horse and laughed. All of us did.
Then Mary Toy changed the subject again. âOn the train ride home,â she said, looking at me, âI saw that redheaded Sorrows boy. You remember the Sorrowses, Will.â
âYeah, they moved to Commerce a few years ago. Julian Sorrows was in my class. We called him Julie.â
âThatâs right. Julie. Heâs the one I saw. He told me he had enlisted in the Army. He seemed so proud.â
I knew what Mary Toy was saying: why hadnât I enlisted yet. And I knew Mama and Papa were sitting there hoping I never would. Her question and their dread hung in the air. Even to my own family I was embarrassed to admit I got turned down just for being skinny. Mary Toy and Loma wouldnât believe it, and Mama and Papa would want to starve me to death.
I marveled how easy it had been to tell Sanna Klein.
Of course I was registered for the draftâone of 120,000 white boys registered in Georgia. âDid you know that moreân a hundred thousand Georgia Negroes are registered?â I asked casually. âIf they keep callinâ up our colored boys, Southern farmers sure will be hurtinâ for wages hands. Already are hurtinâ from so many colored families movinâ up North, and now theyâre worried about the Armyâs draftinâ jarheads.â
âJarheads?â asked Campbell Junior.
âIâm talkinâ about mules, son. Last week the paper said the United States has already shipped a hundred thousand mules to France, and three hundred thousand horses. They pull artillery and ammunition wagons.â
Papa was always uneasy with war talk, whereas Mary Toy was obsessed with it. She had a sweetheart, an engineering student at Georgia Tech in Atlanta. Now she said heâd written that aviators were being trained on the Tech campus, and that he wanted to apply to be one.
âThatâs what Iâd like to do,â I said. âFly an air machine. I expect they want lightweight aviators.â I glanced at Papa. When he didnât say anything, I added, âI expect aerial fightinâ will get more and more important as the war goes on.â
Mary Toy put in eagerly, âRemember what Grandpa Blakeslee said his granddaddy said? How someday people would ride through the air? Grandpa said folks thought the old man had lost his mind.â
âI wish it was still just a prediction,â said Mama. âImagine, flyinâ through the sky! The very idea scares me half to death.â
Campbell Junior nodded. âMe too. Iâd just bout soon fly, though, as go to a old military school full of Yankees.â
Sitting beside him, I patted his knee, then pushed back my chair. âSon, I got to head on back to Athens. But Tuesday Iâm goân come to Cold Sassy, and Iâm goân take you to the drugstore and weâll get some ice cream. Iâll buy you the big dish. Mama, I hate to eat and run, but I donât want to let the road get dark on me. Aint Loma, Iâll see you Tuesday too. Iâll kiss you good-bye then.â
She always knew when I was teasing. âYou donât exactly have to kiss me Tuesday, either,â she said, smiling as I stood up. âBut I hope you will.â She wagged her left hand in my face again, and the diamond sparkled.
5
I HAD already set up Tuesday to go see Mr. Ambrose Hall, whose one-horse farm was just south of Cold Sassy on the road to Commerce. To
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