where everyone can hear it. And after each woman confesses, the Preacher grabs her chin in one white hand, and with a brand in the other he presses the image of a snake onto her forehead. It doesnât seem to hurt exactly, but the Little Lost Girl can tell that afterwards many of them are crying. Once a woman is branded, the Preacher waves her over to the tables of food. There are clean clothes over there too, and clean white panties and hose and sturdy shoes.
Once, not long after Sugar and the little girl get into the church, a pretty, red-haired woman says, âNo.â At that the Preacher shakes his head, and asks his question again, and then once more, and each time she says no. The Preacher says, âAnd if ye not repent, how can ye be saved?â and he sends her away without any food.
âSugar?â the little girl whispers. âWhat should we do? He wonât give us any food if we say we didnât go with Mr. Copper. But if we do, weâll be fibbing.â
âSometimes you have to tell a man what he wants to hear,â Sugar says, a little sadly. âItâs not your fault for telling a lie, then; itâs his fault for hearing it.â
The Little Lost Girl wasnât sure what her mother would have said about that, but her mind was made up by the sight of all those candles and all that food, and the thought of the darkness outside, and the men sitting on their porch steps watching her go by.
When they get to the front of the line the Preacher glares at Sugar. âDaughter, have you climbed into Mr. Copperâs car?â
âWell, hang it all, I must have done,â Sugar says, good and loud, so he wonât make her say it again. Then the Preacher reaches out and grabs her chin with one cold hard hand, and with the other he presses the snake brand into her forehead.
Then he points at the table and pushes her and the little girl along. He doesnât even look at them again, like he doesnât care a lick about Sugar except for getting her confession. The food is wonderful, and the Little Lost Girl is grateful for the clothes, especially the shoes, as she has worn hers about down to strings. Sugar helps the Little Lost Girl load up her plate with cornbread and ribs and black-eyed peas and stewed okra and a big slice of sweet potato pie. Then, when they are done, they go together to a little room at the back of the church to sleep.
The next morning, when Sugar wakes up, the Little Lost Girl says, âThank you so much for having me along, but I bâlieve Iâll make my own way from here.â
âWell, if you must,â says Sugar, who doesnât seem any too broke up about it.
âI donât think your days are any much easier than mine, and if Iâm going to be always walking, maybe I better look for my very own house with the yellow trim and the white picket fence,â the little girl says.
Then Sugar kisses her on the cheek and gives her a hug and wishes her well, and the Little Lost Girl goes back to walking on her lonesome, where she doesnât have to care so much about Pierrot and Mr. Copper and the Preacher, and she can just think about getting back to her very own home. And if she hasnât found it, sheâs walking still.
My mother takes another sip of her Coke.
âIs that the end of the story?â
âNearly,â Momma says. âNot quite.â She reaches over and to my surprise she takes my hand, the one holding my Coke, and brings it to her lips and kisses the back of it, on my knuckles, and lays it against her cheek. âThe only other thing to tell is how some time laterâI donât know how long; a few weeks maybeâthe Little Lost Girl is out walking in the middle of the night. Itâs late, really late, but sheâs too scared to fall asleep, sheâs back in a bad part of town, so she just keeps walking. Finally she sees a building up ahead that looks empty and she thinks maybe she