Jodi

LETTING GO TOO EASY

My whole life has been about putting up food and keeping it good and not wasting nothing. So it ain’t some big surprise that I’m not real big on change. When I heard some smart people at the garage talking about our “vanishing Americana,” it got me worrying. All them special things about America, like a roadside general store and an old Lucky Strike sign. A tobacco barn older than anyone livin’ and an album full of black-and-whites. All them stores is always updating, and I don’t think it’s right. We don’t have them fancy cathedrals and monuments or Stonehenge or nothing, but we’re letting our history run right down the tubes.

“Seems to me like we need to hold on to our past,” I was telling Graham. We were sitting beside each other on the sofa, me all embarrassed because he and Khaki throwed me a surprise shower.

Graham patted me on the arm. “I remember Khaki’s friend Stacey telling me that when she was pregnant she wanted to start a campaign to keep the polar ice caps from melting. And Khaki’s sister decided that she would raise the money to ensure that every person in the world had clean drinking water.”

“So?”

“So,” he said, “I think it’s normal when you’re creating the next generation to start thinking about what you’re going to do to make the world a better place.”

Marlene, she slutted over with that teased, brassy head of hers and interrupted, smiling at Graham like she’d just as soon eat him as look at him.

“You sure are looking good today,” she said, wiggling her fingers on Graham’s shoulder. He looked at her like she oughta be locked up and walked away. I swatted Marlene’s skinny leg and said, “My cousin is married, you tramp.”

Her finger was working a poppy seed outta her teeth. “You don’t know if they’re happy.”

That Marlene was always looking out for herself even if it meant killing you and then using your dead body to save hers.

“Hey,” she said. “I know it was a long time ago, but have you given any more thought to selling that Shaklee mess?”

I pointed to my stomach. “No. I’ve sorta had this going on.”

“Okay,” she said. “Well, that’s good ’cause I think I’ve found something even better for us to do.”

Jesus must’ve sent Buddy over right about then; He must’ve known I couldn’t stomach an hour of Marlene’s scheming.

“Well, hey there,” she said to Buddy, scooting closer to him on the sofa.

“Marlene,” I said, “could you please go get me some punch?”

“Oh, I can get it,” Buddy said.

“Oh, that’s okay,” I said. “Marlene really wants to.”

I didn’t want Marlene sitting beside Buddy, sinking them long red nails into his thigh and putting ideas in his head. My belly might’ve reached dern near to Tennessee when I faced west, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t think a boy was cute. I might not’ve been in man-catching shape, but I still didn’t want her to have him.

“That friend of yours is something,” Buddy said.

My heart fell all the way to South Carolina. He musta liked Marlene with her push-up bras and cheap extensions.

But then he added, “I bet she’s the kind of girl men get restraining orders against.”

I laughed, putting my pink polka-dot napkin up to keep the cake in my teeth from showin’.

“I know we don’t know each other real well,” Buddy said, “but I’m happy to help you out any way I can before the baby gets here or after.”

I could feel that heat rising on up through me again. Buddy’s cheeks got a little pink, and I sure was hoping he was feeling that same thing.

He cleared his throat and said, “You know, you being Graham’s cousin and me owing him so much.”

Maybe it’s ’cause I was still right young and all, and I didn’t have the confidence I do now. But I couldn’t decide right then if Buddy might be being sweet to me over more than just him feeling loyal to Graham.

“Buddy, you been nothing but nice to me through all this, and I think it’s a fine person who would treat a girl so good for no reason. You’re the kind of man my daddy woulda loved.”

Thinking about my daddy like that made my head all woozy and my feet get to feeling numb and tingly. Ever since I been a youngen, when I get too scared or sad or worked up all my blood drains right outta my head and I like to keel over right there on the coffee table.

“I didn’t know your daddy, but I knew Graham’s real good. And if those two brothers were anything alike, your daddy was a damn fine man.”

They were more alike than collards and kale. Stubborn and hardheaded and prouder than one of them old Confederate soldiers. When Graham’s daddy started farming he begged my daddy to go into business with him. But Daddy wanted to make something of his own self. When the bank took back Daddy’s garage and he was back to being just a mechanic again while Graham’s daddy’s farm got all busy and moneymaking, that’s when it got bad between them brothers.

Graham’s daddy begged my daddy to partner up with him on the farm. And my daddy quit talking to Graham’s daddy. I remember him stomping around outside the trailer, stem of wheat just a-going in his mouth. “Son of a bitch thinks he’s better than me now ’cause he’s made all this money and I ain’t. I’ll show him.”

When my uncle died of a heart attack right there in his own field it damn near killed my daddy. I don’t have no business knowing why or how people get cancer. But I’d bet my last unemployment check that Daddy was so eat up with never making up with his big brother that it gave him the tumors. Holding in all that pain, keeping it bottled up like fizz in Pepsi, it’ll eat you alive just like the cancer did.

That ain’t the kinda thing you say at a baby shower to some cute cowboy that’s got you dreaming of being thin again. But when Buddy looked at me sideways like, I knew I didn’t have to say nothing for him to understand.

About that time, Marlene come back, smacking that gum, saying, “Sorry, I got caught up by the sweet potato ham biscuits.”

Buddy, he patted my shoulder and said, “Just remember what I said,” and walked away to get food his own self.

He like to have gotten down on one knee and asked me to marry him for how that hand felt. While a rainbow of Skittles with ponies jumping through it danced in my head, Marlene said, “So, Jo, I was thinking with you being pregnant and all that we should start a baby store.”

I was still so lit up from talking to Buddy that I was right more patient than usual with Marlene. So I said, real sweet like, “Marlene, why don’t we talk about this later.”

It was her worst damn idea yet. We couldn’t make hide nor hair of a bunch of numbers and, last time I checked, businesses had to have something we didn’t have one damn bit of: money.

“I’m dating this new guy,” Marlene said, “and he’s gonna give us the first couple months’ rent for free while we get on our feet.”

Marlene’s new man would be running around on her or smacking her up before I had time to even get to thinking on the idea of a store.

So like she ain’t said nothing at all, I said, “Marlene, you think any man’s ever gonna love me now that I’m gonna have a kid and everything?”

Crazy as she is, Marlene comes through every now and again with a little bit of wisdom. “Oh, honey,” she said. “If he’s as good a man as you deserve, he’ll see that little baby as a bonus.”