Breath, Eyes, Memory - Edwidge Danticat [47]
My mother looked uncomfortable, almost scared.
I did not move. We stared at each other across the yard, each waiting for the other to yield. As her daughter, I was expected to walk over and greet her first. However, I did not trust my legs. I wasn't sure I could make it down the steps without slipping and hurting both myself and Brigitte.
"Walk to your mother." My grandmother was becoming angry.
"It is okay," my mother said, coming towards me. "I will walk to her."
She climbed onto the porch and kissed me on the cheek.
Brigitte reached up to grab a large loop earring on my mother's right lobe.
"You didn't send word you were coming," I said.
"Let me see her," she said, extending her hands for Brigitte. Brigitte leaned forward. I let her slip into my mother's grasp.
"How old is she now?" she asked.
"Almost six months."
She made funny faces at Brigitte.
"I got all the pictures you sent me," she said.
"Why didn't you answer?"
"I couldn't find the words," she said. "How are you?"
"I've been better."
She went back to the yard to pay the cart boys and took Brigitte with her.
"You're not staying here, are you?" she asked when she came back to the porch.
She tickled Brigitte's armpits as she spoke, giggling along with her.
I reached for my daughter. She pressed Brigitte's body against her chest and would not give her back.
"Manman asked me to come here and make things better between us. It's not right for a mother and daughter to be enemies. Manman thinks it puts a curse on the family. Besides, your husband came to me and I could not refuse him."
"You've seen him?"
"Oh, the flames in your eyes."
"How is he?"
"Worried. I told him we would be back in three days."
"You can't make plans for me."
' "I did."
We were speaking to one another in English without realizing it.
"Oh that cling-clang talk," interrupted my grandmother. "It sounds like glass breaking."
Brigitte was pulling at my mother's earrings. My mother took them off and handed them to me.
"You and I, we started wrong," my mother said. "You are now a woman, with your own house. We are allowed to start again."
The mid-morning sky looked like an old quilt, with long bands of red and indigo stretching their way past drifting clouds. Like everything else, eventually even the rainbows disappeared.
Chapter 25
My mother changed into a sun dress to parcel out what she had brought. Under the spaghetti straps, I could see the true unbleached ebony shade of her skin. In contrast, her face looked like the palm of a hand.
My grandmother reached over and cupped her hands over my mother's prosthetic bra.
"Do they hurt?" asked my grandmother.
"No," my mother answered, "because they are not really part of me."
She had brought cloth for my mother and Tante Atie to share. Packaged rice and beans and packaged spices for my grandmother.
I got the diapers and underclothes that Joseph had sent for the baby, along with some T-shirts and shorts for me.
"If you were not such a stubborn old woman," my mother said to my grandmother, "I would move you and
Atie to Croix-des-Rosets or the city. I could buy you a bougainvillea. You would have electricity, and all kinds of modern machines."
"I like myself here," said my grandmother. "I need to see about my papers for this land and I need to have all the things for my passing. With all my children here, this is a good time."
Tante Atie was writing in her notebook. My mother leaned over to look. Tante Atie pulled her notebook away and slammed it shut.
"We will see the notary about the land papers," said my grandmother. "We will do it tomorrow."
"What will you do with the land?" asked Tante Atie.
"I want to make the papers show all the people it belongs to."
Tante Atie did not go to Louise's house, but spent the evening in the yard, staring at the sky.
My mother could not sleep. She went outside and sat with Tante Atie. They looked up for a long time without saying a word.
Finally my mother said, "Do you remember all the unpleasant stories Manman used to tell us about the stars in