hadnât reckoned on Call. Call who snorted and almost yelled, âSeventh? Seventh? Seventh donât have neither to do with hammering on Sunday. Seventhâs the one,â he stopped, suddenly embarrassed and lowered his voice, âon adultery.â
âAdultery?â The Captain started laughing out loud. âWell, Iâm too old to worry about that one. Now there was a timeââ He grinned mischievously. I suspect Call wanted him to go on as much as I did, but the old man stopped right there. Like offering candy to a child and then yanking backyour hand with some excuse about saving his teeth, I thought.
âToday is Tuesday,â Call said as we started for the house.
âTuesday! Thenâthenââ the Captain seemed terribly excited. âThen tomorrow is Wednesday, and after that comes Thursday! Friday! Saturday! Sunday! And Monday!!â
I thought Call would die laughing on the spot, but he managed to control himself enough to gasp, âGet it, Wheeze? Get it?â
If I couldnât smile at âWheeze and Cough,â how was I to force a laugh at a recitation of the days of the week?
âDonât mind her, Captain. She donât catch on too good.â
âToo well.â At least I could demonstrate proper grammar. âToo well.â
âToo well. Too well,â repeated the Captain chirpily, lifting his hand to his ear. âHark? Do I hear the mating call of a feathered friend of the marsh-land?â
Call, naturally, collapsed. All I could think of was if weâd netted a spy like this, Franklin D. Roosevelt would have thrown him back. Good heavens.
Eventually, Call recovered from his hysterics enough to explain to the Captain that since it was Tuesday and not yet suppertime, he and I would be glad to lend a hand fixing up the old dock or house or whatever else the Captain might want doing around the place. In fact, Call added, we could come at about this time every afternoon, except Sunday of course, and help out.
âIâd want to pay you something,â the Captain said. My ears stretched practically to the top of my head, and I opened my mouth to utter a humble thanks.
âOh, no ,â said Call. âWe couldnât think of taking money from a neighbor.â
Who couldnât? But for once in his life Call talked faster than I could think, and the two of them snatched away my time and energy and sold me into slavery before I had breath to hint that I wouldnât be insulted by a small tip every now and then.
That was how we came to spend two hours every afternoon slaving for the Captain. I noticed grimly that he didnât mind at all ordering us around, even though we were supposed to be doing him a favor. We didnât have our tea break after the first week because tin was becoming scarce and the Captainwas short on canned milk. And, as he explained, since he could no longer offer Call milk, it would have been mean for the two of us to stop for tea. I would have been glad to stop for any excuse, even that awful tea. When youâre fourteen and your body is changing as mine was that summer, you just plain get tired, but I couldnât admit it. Both Call and the Captain seemed to regard me as mentally deficient, since I couldnât appreciate their marvelous humor. I couldnât let them make fun of me physically as well.
Nothing went right for me that summer, unless you count the fact that when my periods began, almost a year after Carolineâs of course, they began on a Sunday morning before I left the house for church instead of after, but the stain went clear through my pants and slip to my only good dress. Momma let me pretend to be sick. What else could she do? I couldnât wash and dry my dress in time for Sunday school.
My grandmother kept saying things like âWhatâs the matter with her? She donât look sick to me. Just donât want to worship the Lord.â And âIf