The Last Road Home

It was the middle of January when a not very long letter came from Fancy.

I arrived in New York safe and sound. I’m staying with Momma’s cousin, and you can write me at this address. As soon as the weather lets up, I’m going to try and find a job. I’ve never seen such an amount of snow; it’s piled up everywhere and freezing cold. I can hardly walk without slipping down. I miss you so much, it’s hard to get through the days. It seems all I do is sit around and think about you. That’s all for now. I’ll write again soon and hope you will send me a letter.

Love,

Fancy

Reading her words made my heart hurt. The paper smelled flowery, and that night I stuck it under my pillow. From then on, I got a letter about every other week to let me know how things were going, and I tried to send one right back.

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The time to kill hogs came and went, but I’d had enough killing to last me a lifetime. If I wanted some meat, I’d buy it. When the weather warmed, farming work kept me busy most days. But a lot of the time, I sat on the porch staring into space, smoking and thinking about Fancy. They were some awful lonesome times. Once in a while Roy and Clemmy would walk down, and Clemmy would bring enough supper for all of us. We would sit on the porch and talk for an hour or two. They were a real comfort. Roy said Mr. Wilson had calmed down once he found out Fancy had moved to New York. Clemmy called Mr. Wilson a fat piece of shit, and we got a good laugh. Roy wondered why he hadn’t heard from Lightning.

I got a letter in April from Fancy.

Dear Junebug:

I finally got a job! I’m working for this lady who lives in a big fine apartment downtown. I take the bus every morning and spend the day cleaning the place, ironing, and fixing her supper. It was scary at first traveling on my own, afraid somebody would rob or hurt me, but it didn’t take long to get used to it. The lady is paying me enough that I can afford to move into my own room at a boardinghouse not far from Momma’s cousin. I can’t wait. I haven’t spent very much of the money you gave me and opened myself an account at the bank. There’s so much to see in this city, and black folk are mostly friendly and watch out for each other. I’ll send you the new address when I get moved in. I still love you more than anything and wish you were here with me.

Love,

Fancy

She wasn’t coming back; I could read the pleasure of living on her own. The first week of July, I got a late birthday card. It had a big heart on it and was signed “Happy eighteen. Wish you were here. I love you, Fancy.” It felt as if she was getting farther and farther away.

Two mornings later I did my chores and headed to Durham, thinking I might try to find a job of some sort. I went to both of the big tobacco factories, Liggett-Myers and Lucky Strike, and filled out applications. They weren’t hiring at the time but said they’d be in touch if something changed. Maybe I should have stayed in school like Grandma wanted. I sat waiting on a red light when my eye caught a blue and white sign on a corner building, MILITARY RECRUITING OFFICE. There was a big poster in the window, UNCLE SAM WANTS YOU! He was pointing his finger right at me. I had plenty of time to kill, so I pulled into a parking space at the curb in front, curious to see what the military was about. Inside was a long hallway and tables covered with magazines and pamphlets on the marines, army, navy, and air force. I picked out a few to take home.

A big man dressed in a tan uniform with red stripes on the sleeves stepped out of a nearby office. The sign over the door read UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS. “Can I help you, young fellow?”

“Reckon not, just looking.”

He motioned with his arm. “Come on in and let’s sit down a minute.” He seemed friendly enough. The room was spare, with bright white walls and no leather chairs like Lawyer Stern’s. He stretched out his hand. “Sergeant Howard.”

“Raeford Hurley.” It was like sticking my hand inside a ham. No use getting familiar with him by using my nickname. I studied the mountain of ribbons on his chest. He was a good cut of a man, strong cheekbones set high over a square jaw, broad across the shoulders, close-shaved, and had a clean smell about him.

“You live in Durham, Raeford?”

Sergeant Howard made me nervous. “Chatham County, near Apex.” I felt a need to sit up straight.

“Live with your momma and daddy?”

“I stay by myself. All my folks are dead.”

Sergeant Howard’s eyebrows arched in surprise. “How come you to be living alone at your age?” He leaned forward when he talked, his dirt-brown eyes laying right into mine, like he expected an answer anytime he asked a question. I was sorta scared not to answer, and ended up telling him all about my family.

“You’ve had some troubles, that’s for sure.” His tone became friendlier. “I was freezing my ass off in Korea when I was your age. Intended to go home after that, but wasn’t a lot to go home to, and I figured I was happier in the marine corps than I would be working some nine-to-five dead-end job.”

I asked and he answered my questions about what war was like. He said no soldier liked killing other people but that was the job, and you had to be better at it than the other guy who was trying to kill you. Before I realized it, an hour had passed. “I got to get going, Sergeant Howard.”

He walked me to the door. “If you want to talk some more, I’ll be right here. We’d like to have you in our family if you think you might want to join up. From the way things sound, could do you some good.”

“Appreciate it. Just might come back to see you,” I said, not really believing I would.

On the ride home, I played around with a picture of myself in a marine uniform. At home I threw away the other magazines and read the marines ones from cover to cover. Late that afternoon, I walked down to the edge of the woods and sat. “Grandma, I feel like I’m truly lost right now. You said in the hospital that sometimes we got to take some new reins and head in a different direction. I believe it’s time for me to do that. Hope you think it’s all right.”

Two days later, I was back in the recruiting office. Sergeant Howard and I got down to talking seriously about joining the marine corps. I had some questions. “How long is the boot camp?”

“Sixteen weeks, and I’ll tell you right now, it’ll be the hardest thing you’ve ever done for the first fifteen, and the greatest feeling of accomplishment you’ll ever have in the sixteenth.”

“You know I didn’t graduate high school.”

“Me either, but the marine corps taught me more than I could have ever learned in a book. You’ll do fine; you’ve had a tough life and the corps will give you a family you’ll have forever.” Sergeant Howard had a way that made a person think he couldn’t fail.

I stood up and shook hands with him. “I’ll be back the first of August. That’ll give me time to settle my affairs with the farm.”

“You’re making a good decision, Raeford.”

I grinned like I’d been keeping a secret. “People call me Junebug.”

Sergeant Howard squeezed my hand hard. “You keep it, but I prefer Raeford.”

The first thing I did was write to Fancy.

Dear Fancy:

I’ve got news. I’m joining the marine corps. Can you believe that? It’s time for me to stop moping, and find some purpose that don’t include grubbing dirt and sniffing mule shit. I just can’t stand to stay around here anymore. I met a real nice sergeant at the recruiting office and agreed to join up. Guess I sort of feel like you did when you headed to New York, scared some but ready for a new life. I’ll write you when I get to the boot camp in South Carolina. I’m going to see Mr. Wilson in the morning and ask if he will buy Sally Mule and the pigs. I’ll give your daddy my truck. Think about me because I sure will you. We can still love each other no matter where we might be, so nothing will change that. Who knows, we might run across each other in one of those countries you always wanted to see.

I love you,

Junebug

I went to visit Lawyer Stern and took a bag filled with all but two hundred dollars of my money. We talked about what I was intending to do. “They won’t need to make a man out of you, Raeford, because you already are one. But it’ll do you good to understand how the rest of the world lives.”

“Yessir. It feels like time for me to take another path in my life. There’s got to be more out there than what I’ve been living.” He walked down to the bank with me to open a savings account.

The man at the bank counted out the money in the bag, and his desktop was full when he finished. “Where did all this cash come from, Mr. Hurley?” He looked at Mr. Stern.

“My grandma, granddaddy, and the ones before them saved up and buried it around the house. No disrespect, but Granddaddy used to say ‘keep skunks and bankers at a distance’.”

He laughed. On the banker’s suggestion, I gave Lawyer Stern power of attorney so he would be able to get to the cash if need be.

We went back to Mr. Stern’s office. “What about the farm, Raeford? You’re eighteen now and can do whatever you want.”

“I don’t have any inclination to sell it. I agreed with Mr. Jackson to rent him the tobacco acreage, and told him to bring the money to you after he sold his crops. He promised me he would, and I had him sign this paper.” I handed the envelope to Mr. Stern. “I’ll make sure to write so you know where I’m at, and when it’s time for taxes and such, you can draw out what you need to pay them, including your charges.”

He stood up. “Good luck, Raeford. Take care of yourself. I’m proud of you for serving our country.” He never had taken to calling me Junebug.

At home I walked around, wondering what the hell was keeping me here until August. The next afternoon I went to Sergeant Howard’s office and signed the papers to enlist for three years. He told me to be in Raleigh the following Monday to have the physical and take the oath.

It galled me, but I went to see Mr. Wilson to tell him I was leaving and wanted to sell off the animals. He acted surprised about my decision, but I got the feeling he was relieved. “What about your truck?” he asked.

“Giving it to Roy.” I walked out the door.

I stopped a few minutes at Roy and Clemmy’s, told them my intentions, and let Roy know I was going to give him the truck. They were tickled to death about having a vehicle. “Clemmy, you and Roy and Fancy are the only family I got now. I want you to know how much I appreciate what you mean to me. If for any reason Mr. Wilson were to make you move, my house is there and you’re welcome to live in it.”

Roy got a little overcome, and turned his head. “I always said you was a good man, Junebug.”

“And if anything was to happen to me, you get in touch with Lawyer Stern in Apex.” They didn’t need to know why.

That night I put extra ears of corn in Sally Mule’s box. “Guess I’m going to be leaving you, girl.” She batted the long lashes over her big, sorrowful-looking brown eyes. Gray was beginning to color her muzzle. “You’ve been a good friend. I wish I could just turn you out to pasture and let you loaf the rest of your life. If the bastard mistreats you, kick him in the nuts.” I hugged her and gave her neck a good long rub. She bobbed her head up and down the side of my face. The next morning when Mr. Wilson and Roy came to get her, she watched me as they tied her to the truck.

On Sunday, I put all the tools in the feed barn to be out of the weather, cut off the propane, cleaned and unplugged the refrigerator. I went to the chicken house and opened the gate. “Watch out for the foxes, and run like hell.” I clapped my hands to scatter them into the woods.

Monday morning I walked around in the yard, trying to plant every memory in my head, feeling like it might be a long time before I saw the place again. I pictured past days, the faces of Grandma and Granddaddy and my parents. I walked down by the well, and imagined my childhood friend’s body in that deep, dark hole, remembering the fact that he and Fancy had taken me as a friend when I needed one the worst. I paid him back by not even giving him a decent burial.

I stood staring at a long sky, remembering the other secret I kept. I wasn’t really sorry about killing Lightning or Twin. It was a dark place that I’d tried hard to ignore. I thought about the dream of God and the devil, and the devil screaming he was the God of Truth.

Roy pulled up right on time. “You sure you’re ready for this, Junebug?” He put his arm across my shoulders. “You can change your mind, you know.”

“It feels like the right thing to do, Roy.” After an hour’s drive and a couple of wrong turns, we found the three-story stone building in Raleigh. I grabbed the paper sack that had clean underwear, a razor, and a toothbrush, remembering what Fancy had said about not having much to show for a life.