Breath, Eyes, Memory - Edwidge Danticat [48]
"My favorite," said Tante Atie, "was the one about the girl who wished she could marry a star and then went up there and, as real as her eyes were black, the man she wished for was a monster."
"Atie, you remember everything."
"I liked what Papa said better. He thought, Papa, that the stars were brave men."
"Maybe he was right," my mother said.
"He said they would come back and fall in love with me. I wouldn't say that was right."
"We used to fight so hard when we saw a star wink. You said it was winking at you. I thought it was winking at me. I think, Manman, she told us that unpleasant story about the stars to stop the quarrels."
"Young girls, they should be allowed to keep their pleasant stories," Tante Atie said.
"Why don't you sleep in your bed?" asked my mother.
"Because it is empty in my bed."
"You had flanneurs, men who came to ask for your hand."
"Until better women came along."
"How could you not be chosen? You are Atie Caco."
"Atie Caco to you. Special to no one."
"You were so beautiful, Atie, when you were a girl. Papa, he loved you best."
"I have then the curse of a girl whose papa loved her best."
Tante Atie rubbed the scar on the side of her head. They looked up at the sky and pointed to a blinking star.
"You can keep the brightest ones," said Tante Atie. "When you are gone, I will have them all to myself."
"We come from a place," my mother said, "where in one instant, you can lose your father and all your other dreams."
Chapter 26
My mother and grandmother left early for the notary's. Tante Atie was not in her room. Eliab was playing with pieces of brown paper, stuffing them with leaves to make cigars.
I called him to buy me some milk from the market.
"The new lady," he said, "does she belong to you?"
"Sometimes I claim her," I said, "sometimes I do not."
I gave him some money to buy me some goat milk from the market. He came back with some milk in a cut-off plastic container and a large mango for himself.
"That young fellow, he wants to marry your daughter," my grandmother said as she and my mother walked into the yard.
Eliab looked embarrassed.
"Does that fellow know?" my mother laughed. "My daughter has a very old husband."
My mother was carrying a few large bundles.
I had never seen my grandmother so happy. My mother was glowing.
"We are now landowners," my mother said. "We all now own part of La Nouvelle Dame Marie."
"Did this land not always belong to you and Tante Atie?" I asked my mother.
"Yes, but now you have a piece of it too."
She flashed the new deed for the house.
"La terre sera également divisée," she read the document. "Equally, my dear. The land is equally divided between Atie and me and you and your daughter."
My grandmother pulled out a dressy church hat that she had bought for Tante Atie.
"Sunday we go to the cathedral," said my mother. "We meet Manmans priest."
My mother kissed the bottom of Brigitte's feet.
"Where is Atie?" asked my mother. "I got her a hat that will make her look downright chic."
"She went out," I said.
"The gods will punish me for Atie's ways." My grandmother moaned.
Tante Atie kept her eyes on the lantern on the hills as we ate dinner that night. She was squinting as though she wanted to see with her ears, like my grandmother.
"I look forward to the Mass on Sunday," my grandmother said, breaking the silence. "I want that young priest. The one they call Lavalas. I want him to sing the last song at my funeral."
Brigitte shook the new rattle that my mother had brought her.
My grandmother took Brigitte from me and put a few rice grains in her mouth. My daughter opened her mouth wide, trying to engulf the rice.
Tante Atie walked up the steps and went back to her room.
"I don't know," my grandmother said. "Her mood changes more than the colors in the sky. Take her with you when you return to New York."
"I have asked her before," my mother said. "She wants to be with you."
"She feels she must," my grandmother said. "It's not love. It is duty."
Everything was rustling in Tante Atie's room, as though she were