sandwiches and we took them to the beach and sat in the shadow of Buck Stuartâs sailboat to eat them.
âI wish Mama wasnât crazy,â Hektor said, his mouth full of peanut butter. It came out âcwazy.â
âWell, she isnât, always,â Donnie said. âThink of the nice parties she has. And how pretty the flowers always are.â
âHa!â I said.
âWell, sheâs not!â Donnie glared at me. âYou just donât give her any credit.â
I held out my arm toward him. The sun had turned the scar just above my elbow a jagged red. âYou mean I donât give the devil her due?â
âThat was an accident!â
âThrowing a knife is an accident?â
âShe didnât mean to hurt you.â
Nobody was going to win this argument. We had it all the time. Donnie always took up for Mama.
âSheâs sick, anyway,â he said.
That was always the last line of the argument. We crumpled up the wax paper our sandwiches had been wrapped in and stuck it in Buckâs boat.
âLetâs walk to the hotel,â Donnie said. And thatâs what we did. A slight breeze blew across the water. Our lips tasted salty when we ran our tongues around them. We drank for a long time from the fountain by the pier.
âThereâs Mrs. Cates,â Donnie said. We saw her coming from one of the guest cottages, her arms full of sheets and towels. She spied us.
âWhat are you doing here?â she called. âThereâs a thing called school, you know.â
âMaybe itâs a holiday,â Donnie said.
âAnd maybe you kids are playing hookey.â She smiled. âWell, I didnât see you. Okay?â
âOkay.â We watched her go on down the walk, carrying her bundle.
âIâm hungry again,â Hektor said. âAnd I have to go to the bathroom.â
âWell, you can go to the bathroom here,â Donnie said. âBut we donât have any money.â
âI want some almond pie.â
âToo bad.â Donnie disappeared into the bathhouse with Hektor. I sat on a bench and watched two swimmers go back and forth the length of the pool. Back and forth. They couldnât be enjoying themselves.
And then I heard our motherâs laugh. I thought for a minute that I was hearing things. And then I heard it again. It was coming from the cottage next to the one Mrs. Cates had just come from. I got up and walked toward it. And then I stopped. I turned around and saw that Hektor and Donnie had come out of the bathroom and were blinking in the light, looking for me.
âHere I am,â I said. âLetâs go home. Letâs walk down the road. Itâs closer.â
When we got home, Papa was there. And in the afternoon, Carl came. He and I sat in the swing and he showed me the schoolwork I had missed that day. But I wasnât paying much attention. All I could think of was that I knew where Mama was and I ought to tell Papa. But I didnât. Willie Mae had made us a birthday cake and was fixing meat loaf and mashed potatoes for supper; Papa was reading in his study. Hektor had fallen asleep on the front porch and Donnie was listening to the radio. Everything was peaceful. It was enough to drive you crazy.
The trouble was never knowing which Mama we were going to get. She might sit in her room for days, just sit there looking out of the window or looking at the same page of a book. She wasnât crazy like not knowing where she was. She would speak to us and even ask how school was. But it was like she was a stranger. A very formal stranger. And then we would hear her singing in the kitchen. She would hug us andplan shopping trips to Mobile and have parties, shrimp boils and cocktail parties and seated dinners. Sometimes she would tell Papa and sometimes she wouldnât. He would come in from work and there would be a houseful of people, most of whom he didnât know. Willie