baking cakes for the store, she up half the night making flowers for weddings, funerals, and birthday parties for white folk. We best not tell her that Miss Lottie Pearl fed her cake to the chickens even if Miss Remie did pay for it.
When Cousin Ada Bea heard that Mr. Bro. Wiley was gone, she sent word to Ma to pick a mess of flowers and she would make the prettiest arrangements folk in Rich Square had ever seen. She said when she was done, her husband, Cousin Floyd, would take the arrangement over to Mr. Gordon.
No sooner than Iâd eaten breakfast, Pole was standing at the back door waiting for me. She had her face mashed against the screen door.
âGood morning.â She was the happiest Iâd seen her since Papa told them that Mr. Bro. Wiley was gone. Happier than when she learned she was gonna be a flower girl. I could see her deep dimples clear through the screen.
âGood morning, Pole,â we all said.
âI came to get an early start with the flowers.â
âWell, we appreciate it, Pole. Would you like some breakfast?â Ma asked.
âOh no, maâam. I ate already.â
âCan I be excused?â I said.
âYes, go-go on, Bean.â
âWhat we gonna put the flowers in to keep them fresh?â Pole asked as soon as my feet hit the steps.
âWe can use the old washtub,â I said. We walked over to the barn to get a better look at the tub. It was just as old as we were.
âThis will do just fine,â Pole said as I pulled the tub under the pecan tree.
âLetâs leave it here under the shade until itâs full,â my sassy friend instructed me.
At the edge of Maâs garden, we looked at all the flowers. All morning long, we picked roses and all the sneezeweeds we could find around the yard.
âWhat about the lilies?â Pole said.
âThatâs a good idea.â
âMr. Bro. Wiley deserves pretty flowers,â Pole said.
We walked in the fields. We went up and down Low Meadows Lane. Then we ran up to Stony Hill and picked grady sages and a few of Miss Lottie Pearlâs roses.
âGet as many as you want,â Poleâs mama yelled from the kitchen window. She had stayed home too so she could finish her cooking.
âBean, I think we should go down to the riverbank to pick some flowers.â
Together we walked down to the place that Mr. Bro. Wiley loved the most.
âGive me my roses while I can still smell them,â Pole said.
âThat is shoâ what Mr. Bro. Wiley told us.â
Poleâs eyes were not smiling as she picked a few roses that were growing at the steps of Mr. Bro. Wileyâs house. âIâm gonna miss coming down here.â
âWe can still come, Pole. Mr. Bro. Wiley would want us to look out for his home place.â
âIt wonât be the same without him with us,â Pole said. I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped tears off her face. Then I picked a big red rose and gave it to her.
âFor you.â
Poleâs big brown eyes that seemed to come straight from her daddyâs head were bright again. Right then I had a soft spot for Pole that Iâd never felt before. I placed roses behind her ear. She was doing some giggling. With our arms filled with flowers, we went home feeling a little better.
âGood job, children,â Ma said, watching Pole fill the tub with flowers from every end of the Low Meadows. I was busy bringing water to keep the flowers fresh.
âThe menfolk in the field. How we gonna get the flowers to Miss Ada Bea?â Pole asked Ma.
No sooner had the words left Poleâs mouth; TJ drove up in one of Mr. Gordonâs three trucks.
âMorninâ to yâall,â he said, taking off his hat like Mr. Gordon taught him to do in front of womenfolk.
âMorninâ, TJ, what can I do for you?â
âMr. Gordon sent me. He thought he would save Stanbury a trip to town by having me pick up the