Reivers, The - William Faulkner [89]
"Yes," Miss Reba said. "And that goes for you too," she told Boon. She looked at me. "Jesus," she said. "What the hell did you do to him?" Boon said. "Nothing," she said over her shoulder, because she was looking at me. "—thought I had see all the cat-house problems possible. Until I had one with children in it. You brought one in"—she was talking to Everbe now—"that run the landlord off and robbed all the loose teeth and fourteen dollars' worth of beer; and if that wasn't enough, Boon Hogganbeck brings one that's driving my damned girls into poverty and respectability. I'm going to bed and you—"
"Come on," Boon said. "What did you tell him?"
"What's that town of yours?" Miss Reba said. "Jefferson," Boon said.
"You big-town folks from places like Jefferson and Memphis, with your big-city ideas, you don't know much about Jjaw. You got to come to little places, like this. I know, because I was raised in one. He's the constable. He could spend a week in Jefferson or Memphis, and you wouldn't even see him. But, here among the folks that elected him (the majority of twelve or thirteen that voted for him, and the minority of nine or ten or eleven that didn't and are already sorry for it or damned soon will be) he dont give a damn about the sheriff of the county nor the governor of the state nor the president of the United States all three rolled into one. Because he's a Baptist. I mean, he's a Baptist first, and then he's the Law. When he can be a Baptist and the Law both at the same time, he will. But any time the law comes conflicting up where nobody invited it, the law knows what it can do and where to do it. They tell how that old Pharaoh was pretty good at kinging, and another old one back in the Bible times named Caesar, that did the best he knew how. They should have visited down here and watched a Arkansas or Missippi or Tennessee constable once."
"But how do you know who he is?" Everbe said. "How do you even know there's one here?"
"There's one everywhere," Miss Reba said. "Didn't I just tell you I grew up in a place like this—as long as I could stand it? I dont need to know who he is. All I needed was to let that bastard know I knew there was one here too. I'm going—"
"But what did you tell him?" Boon said. "Come on. I may want to remember it."
"Nothing, I told you," Miss Reba said. "If I hadn't learned by now how to handle these damned stud horses with his badge in one hand and his fly in the other, I'd been in the poorhouse years ago. I told him if I saw his mug around here again tonight, I would send that sheep-faced clerk to wake the constable up and tell him a deputy sheriff from Hardwick has just registered a couple of Memphis whores at the Parsham Hotel. I'm going to bed, and you better too. Come on, Corrie. I put your outraged virtue on record with that clerk and now you got to back it up, at least where he can see you." They went on. Then Boon was gone too; possibly he had followed Butch to the front door just to make sure the surrey was gone. Then suddenly Everbe swooped down at me, that big: a big girl, muttering rapidly:
"You didn't bring anything at all, did you? I mean, clothes. You been wearing the same ones ever since you left home."
"What's wrong with them?" I said.
"I'm going to wash them," she said. "Your underthings and stockings, your blouse. And the sock you ride with too. Come on and take them off."
"But I ain't got any more," I said.
"That's all right. You can go to bed. I'll have these all ready again when you get up. Come on." So she stood outside the door while I undressed and shoved my blouse and underwear and stockings and the riding-sock through the crack in the door to her and she said Good night and I closed the door and got into bed; and still there was something unfinished, that we hadn't