Leg was just another Shack Row, only dressed up.â
Essie touched my hand. âStay to school, Arly.â
âHow come youâre saying that to me?â
âBecause you can learn fast,â Essie said. âMaybe youâre the only one whoâll do it. I canât do it. Neither can Huff. You can master it sudden, all of it, all them letters and words and chalk writing. And I hope you do it proper. Youâll be doing it for me, and for Huff, and for all the others who wonât never get no ticket.â
As she said it, I felt myself shaking all over, something like a run-over cat. Like I was dead but still clawing and screeching.
Essieâs fingers tightened on my hand. âThank you for your feelings. I got âem too. But they be feelings I canât afford to save.â Reaching up, she pulled a fresh leaf from a twig, laying beside my tattery one. âYouâre a whole new leaf, Arly Poole. Me, Iâm this used one. Iâve growed all I can go.â
âNo,â I said. âYouâre a leaf too. You can learn.â
Essie nodded. âI already have. Before I got Miss Binnie Hoe for a teacher, I had me another kind of teacher. I had Mr. Roscoe Broda.â
I couldnât speak.
âYou mustnât tell nobody,â she said. âMama donât know about it. Youâre the only person who knows. I just had to tell somebody, and I certain couldnât tell Mama. If she knew, sheâd cuss out to Roscoe and git beaten up for her trouble. So I be trusting you, Arly, on account you best know my secret. Youâre the only friend I got.â
âEssie ⦠Essie â¦â
We stood behind the shacks alone, sort of holdingon to each other, like nobody was leaving Jailtown, yet we were possible saying good-bye.
âIâll kill Roscoe,â I said.
She pulled away from me. âNo, you canât. Even if you could do it, itâd be Judge Tinnerâs chain gang for the rest of your time. He wonât hang you, Arly. Nobody dead can work roads. But youâll be worseân dead, because the jailbirds will do worse to you than Roscoe Broda done on me.â
âI got to save you, Essie.â
She shook her head. âItâs too late. But there be somebody in Jailtown that you could save, if you study on it for a time.â
I couldnât think. âWhoâs that?â
âYou.â
Essie lightly kissed my cheek and then turned to walk away, as if she wanted to be by her lonesome. Watching her go, I didnât see the Essie May Cooter that Iâd knowed all my life.
I saw a dead bird.
Chapter 14
It was dark.
Inside the parlor at Newellâs Boarding House, a light was burning, and a few of the boarders were chatting away. I was pleased that Miss Hoe was out front, on the porch, sitting in one of those fancy wicker chairs that rocked when you worked it. She sat alone.
âMiss Hoe?â
As I trot up the front walk to the porch stairs, I fretted a mite, about that maybe Iâd forgot to know my place. Pickers and colored folks werenât allowed at places such as Newellâs Boarding House. But I feel some better when Miss Hoe shade her eyes with her hand, to make out who I was.
âItâs me,â I telled her. âArly Poole.â
âMy,â she said, getting up from her rocker chair, âwhat a surprise. How nice to have my very first visitor.â
I didnât know quite what to do, yet wanting to do it proper, so I just stood there and wiggled my toes. Then I give her my rattlesnake fang, for a present. âItâs for picking your teeth,â I said.
âCome,â she said, âand sit with me. And thank you for bringing me such a thoughtful gift.â
It sure was the shock of my life when I sat myself down in the rocker chair, because it swayed back, and I guess I thought it was fixing to keel me over backwards. My mouth popped open.
Miss Hoe