Because of Winn-Dixie - Kate DiCamillo [21]
I swept the floor real slow that day. I wanted to keep Otis company. I didn’t want him to be lonely. Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely. I thought about my mama. Thinking about her was the same as the hole you keep on feeling with your tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where I felt like she should be.
When I told Gloria Dump about Otis and how he got arrested, she laughed so hard she had to grab hold of her false teeth so they wouldn’t fall out of her mouth.
“Whoooeeee,” she said when she was finally done laughing. “That sure is some dangerous criminal.”
“He’s a lonely man,” I told her. “He just wants to play his music for somebody.”
Gloria wiped her eyes with the hem of her dress. “I know it, sugar,” she said. “But sometimes things are so sad they get to be funny.”
“You know what else?” I said, still thinking about sad things. “That girl I told you about, the pinch-faced one? Amanda? Well, her brother drowned last year. He was only five years old, the same age as Sweetie Pie Thomas.”
Gloria stopped smiling. She nodded her head. “I remember hearing about that,” she said. “I remember hearing about a little drowned boy.”
“That’s why Amanda is so pinch-faced,” I said. “She misses her brother.”
“Most likely,” Gloria agreed.
“Do you think everybody misses somebody? Like I miss my mama?”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” said Gloria. She closed her eyes. “I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.”
I couldn’t stand to think about sad things that couldn’t be helped anymore, so I said, “Do you want to hear some more Gone with the Wind?”
“Yes indeed,” Gloria said. “I been looking forward to it all day. Let’s see what Miss Scarlett is up to now.”
I opened up Gone with the Wind and started to read, but the whole time, I was thinking about Otis, worrying about him not being allowed to play his guitar for people. In the book, Scarlett was looking forward to going to a big barbecue where there was going to be music and food. That’s how I got the idea.
“That’s what we need to do,” I said. I slammed the book shut. Winn-Dixie’s head shot up from underneath Gloria’s chair. He looked around all nervouslike.
“Huh?” said Gloria Dump.
“Have a party,” I told her. “We need to have a party and invite Miss Franny Block and the preacher and Otis, and Otis can play his guitar for everybody. Sweetie Pie can come, too. She listens to his music good.”
“‘We’ who?” Gloria asked.
“‘We’ me and you. We can make some food and have the party right here in your yard.”
“Hmmmm,” said Gloria Dump.
“We could make peanut-butter sandwiches and cut them up in triangles to make them look fancy.”
“Lord,” said Gloria Dump, “I don’t know if the whole world likes peanut butter as much as you and me and this dog.”
“Okay then,” I said, “we could make egg-salad sandwiches. Adults like those.”
“You know how to make egg salad?”
“No ma’am,” I said. “I don’t have a mama around to teach me things like that. But I bet you know. I bet you could teach me. Please.”
“Maybe,” said Gloria Dump. She put her hand on Winn-Dixie’s head. She smiled at me. I knew she was telling me yes.
“Thank you,” I said. I went over and hugged her. I squeezed her hard. Winn-Dixie wagged his tail and tried to get in between the two of us. He couldn’t stand being left out of anything.
“It’s going to be the best party ever,” I told Gloria.
“You got to make me one promise though,” Gloria said.
“All right,” I told her.
“You got to invite them Dewberry boys.”
“Dunlap and Stevie?”
“Hmmmm-mmm, ain’t gonna be no party unless you invite them.”
“I have to?”
“Yes,” said Gloria Dump. “You promise me.”
“I promise,” I said. I didn’t like the idea. But I promised.
I started inviting people right away. I asked the preacher first.
“Daddy,” I said.
“Opal?” the preacher said back.
“Daddy, me and Winn-Dixie and Gloria Dump are having a party.”
“Well,” said the preacher, “that’s nice. You have a