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Surprise
Nanny sat at the kitchen table when I wandered in at dusk from swimming,
not a light in the house on, just a cigarette glowing.
“Hey, Winston girl,” she said. “You got a minute?”
She didn’t sound too happy. In fact, I’d say she sounded right miserable.
I strained to see more than the glow of her ciggie but was hypnotized by the
red burn.
Blinking, I said, “What’s wrong?” I slid onto the rattan chair, my behind
almost not making it. My chlorine-smelling swimsuit made my shorts and
T-shirt wet. I let out a sigh. Since turning fifteen, I’ve found myself sighing
an awful lot. That’s my family’s fault.
I helped myself to one of the biscuits from breakfast, the pan covered
with a cloth so they wouldn’t dry out hard as rocks. It was like biting into a
brick. The cloth hadn’t helped at all. I sighed again. Then let out an “I’m
starving.”
“Stop that damn sighing,” Nanny said. “You’re breathing up way more
than your fair share of oxygen.” She drew long on her cigarette. Her face lit
up in such a way she looked like a demon, shadowed eyes and all. But
who’s allowed to tell their grandmother that kind of thing? “Dinner’s on the
stove,
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but wait it out a minute. I got to tell you something.”
“Tell then,” I said. “School starts in a couple of weeks and I got things to
do before then.”
“Smart butt,” Nanny said, and ground out her cigarette.
I smiled. So she wasn’t too bad off. Nanny only uses the word “butt” if
she’s talking about her Winstons-taste-good-like . . . You know what I’m
saying. And yes, I was named after the cigarette, but I’ve told no one that
fact, not even my very best friend, Patty Bailey, who is tall as an oak tree
and gone to Louisiana for the summer. “Butt” is about her only swear.
That’s an almost truth.
“Nanny,” I said, “what’s got your goat? Sure I can’t fill a plate while I
listen to you jaw?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Nanny slapped at the table, and Denny, our rooster,
ruffled his feathers and clucked in his throat. I hadn’t even known he was
there. I settled in my chair and waited—keeping the sigh tucked in tight—
and pulled at my T-shirt to loosen it some.
Nanny took in a breath.
“I got a letter from your momma.”
Hmmmm.
So that’s why she was sitting in the dark. Nanny, not Momma.
“Tell me more.” I said those words, though I didn’t mean them.
Cold-water feeling covered me from my ankles up. It { 3 }
was like the time I got baptized. That day, the water heater was broke,
and no one knew till the preacher and me stepped into the font. Not a thing
like the lakes around here, which can be warm as bath water. “Where is she
this time?”
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