âYour mother had better watch her step. Yep. Iâd say your motherâd better watch her step, all right.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, you donât mean to tell me youâve never heard that Caroline took an axe to H.K.âs last girlfriend.â
âShe hit her with an AXE?â
âWell, of course, to hear Caroline tell it, that leg was ready to come off by itself.â
âWhat happened?â
âSixteen stitches and Caroline went back into the loony bin, where everyone thinks she always belonged anyway. That rich old family and all they produce are a poet and a loony toon woman who can get a PhD but not a job and so H.K. has to take care of her. Iâd say Carolineâs energies are definitely blocked.â
âI thought she was keeping house for H.K.,â I say.
âThatâs what theyâd have you believe,â says Nellie. âBut anyway, heâs not what Iâd consider an eligible bachelor. Not unless youâre
very
swift-moving.â
I donât say anything.
âAnyhow, I hope you donât think Iâm criticizing your mother. There arenât a lot of men her age available, I would guess.â
âMy mother is not H.K.âs girlfriend. Sheâs just helping him through some troubles,â I say.
âIf thatâs what she told you, then Iâm sure itâs true,â says Nellie.
âShe told me sheâs just helping him during a hard time.â
Nellie doesnât say anything or move her eyes from the road but her lips start working in a worried, irritated way as if this is something she hadnât counted on and now she is going to have to rethink things and she doesnât like not knowing everything but she canât disagree with me without contradicting my mother. So to change the subject I tell her about the Gourd baby even though I had planned to tell no one but Ginny. I donât even like thinking about it and when I say that I may have maimed him for life I begin shaking slightly.
Nellie stops the car right there and turns and looks at me. A long look as if she has to size me up all over again. Then she says, âWe must not judge.â She drives on and then she says, âOf course, youâre in the soup energy-wise. But there are no accidents. Maybe that baby was meant to be maimed or maybe you were meant to have this horrific occurrence that changes your future.â
We drive quietly for a long time and then a ways out of town we skid suddenly to a gravelly stop. There is a garish trailer parked by the side of the road and a sign on it saying MADAME CRENSHAW . YOUR FUTURE â S IN YOUR HANDS . âThis must be it. Weâre making a little stop here,â Nellie says briefly. She doesnât get a Bible out of the back.
âWhy?â I ask as we walk to the door of the trailer.
âI heard some things about this woman. From Mabel next door. She had her fortune told. She says this fortune-teller is gifted. She has the sight. Weâll check it out and see if itâs true. I want to ask her about what you need for absolution.â
âIâm already babysitting,â I say.
âWell, maybe she can see down the years. How it all pans out. If that baby recovers.â
I am game to do this even though I donât want to start relying on fortune-tellers in garish trailers. But I want to keep an open mind after seeing Nellie with Mrs. McCarthy. The universe is full of wonders and I hope for more mystic experiences like the purple circle against the sky. More signs. And Nellie seems to believe in these things too and be plugged into them.
Nellie stomps up the three steps to the trailer door and bangs loudly on it.
A woman trailing scarves and gypsy-type clothes answers. âMadame Crenshaw, your futureâs in your hands.â
âMy future is in Jesusâs hands,â says Nellie.
âYouâre entitled to your opinion,â says
Eric Flint, Charles E. Gannon