The Heart is a Lonely Hunter - Carson McCullers [128]
‘What happened to the guards? ‘ Them w-white men were fired. That what they told me.’
‘And where are your friends now? ‘ ‘What friends? ‘ .Why, the other two boys.’
They n-not my friends,’ Willie said. ‘Us all has had a big falling out’
‘How you mean?’
Portia pulled her earrings so that the lobes of her ears stretched out like rubber. ‘This here what Willie means. You see, during them three days when they hurt so bad they commenced to quarrel. Willie don’t ever want to see any of them again. That one thing Father and Willie done argued about already. This here Buster--’
‘Buster got a wooden leg,’ said the boy by the window. I seen him on the street today.’
This here Buster don’t have no folks and it were Father’s idea to have him move on in with us. Father want to round up all the boys together. How he reckons us can feed them I sure don’t know.’
That ain’t a good idea. And besides us was never very good friends anyway.’ Willie felt the stumps of his legs with his dark, strong hands. ‘I just wish I knowed where my f-f-feets are. That the main thing worries me. The doctor never given them back to me. I sure do wish I knowed where they are.’
Jake looked around him with dazed, gin-clouded eyes.
Everything seemed unclear and strange. The heat in the kitchen dizzied him so that voices echoed in his ears. The smoke choked him. The light hanging from the ceiling was turned on but, as the bulb was wrapped in newspaper to dim its strength, most of the light came from between the chinks of the hot stove. There was a red glow on all the dark faces around him. He felt uneasy and alone. Singer had left the room to visit Portia’s father. Jake wanted him to come back so that they could leave. He walked awkwardly across the floor and sat down on the bench between Marshall Nicolls and John Roberts. ‘Where is Portia’s father?’ he asked. ‘Doctor Copeland is in the front room, sir,’ said Roberts. ‘Is he a doctor?’
‘Yes, sir. He is a medical doctor.’ There was a scuffle on the steps outside and the back door opened. A warm, fresh breeze lightened the heavy air. First a tall boy dressed hi a linen suit and gilded shoes entered the room with a sack in his arms. Behind him came a young boy of about seventeen. ‘Hey, Highboy. Hey there, Lancy,’ Willie said. ‘What you all brought me? ‘ Highboy bowed elaborately to Jake and placed on the table two fruit jars of wine. Lancy put beside them a plate covered with a fresh white napkin. This here wine is a present from the Society,’ Highboy said. ‘And Lancy’s mother sent some peach puffs.’
‘How is the Doctor, Miss Portia?’ Lancy asked. .Honey, he been mighty sick these days. What worries me is he so strong. It a bad sign when a person sick as he is suddenly come to be so strong.’ Portia turned to Jake. ‘Don’t you think it a bad sign, Mr. Blount?’
Jake stared at her dazedly. ‘I don’t know.’
Lancy glanced sullenly at Jake and pulled down the cuffs of his outgrown shirt. ‘Give the Doctor my family’s regards.’
‘Us certainly do appreciate this,’ Portia said. ‘Father was speaking of you just the other day. He haves a book he wants to give you. Wait just one minute while I get it and rinse out this plate to return to your Mother. This were certainly a kindly thing for her to do.’
Marshall Nicolls leaned toward Jake and seemed about to speak to him. The old man wore a pair of pin-striped trousers and a morning coat with a flower in the buttonhole. He cleared his throat and said: ‘Pardon me, sir--but unavoidably we overheard a part of your conversation with William regarding the trouble he is now in. Inevitably we have considered what is the best course to take.’
‘You one of his relatives or the preacher in his church?’
‘No, I am a pharmacist. And John Roberts on your left is employed in the postal department of the government.’
‘A postman,’ repeated John Roberts.
‘With your permission--’ Marshall Nicolls took