lady people. Uh man is crazy tuh do datâwhen he know he got tuh submit hisself tuh âem. Ahm gittinâ sleepy. Bâlieve Ahâll turn in.â
Bully went away whistling, and John made to go inside to bed.
âJohn!â in a soft whisper from around the corner of the house. âCome heah, John.â
John stepped to the corner, âWho dat callinâ me?â
âAw, you come see,â the voice retreated into the shoulder-high cotton. John followed.
âWhut you want wid me, Mâhaley?â
âLook lak you ainât glad youse back.â
âYes Ah is, Mâhaley, but âtainât lak de fust night Ah come. Ah reckon all de new done wore off de plantation.â
ââTainât de plantation. Datâs jesâ de same. Ah reckon you jesâ ainât got time tuh strain wid us quarters niggers now. You sings on de choir at Macedony.â
âWhutâs singinâ notes got tuh do wid it? It jusâ âtainât new no moâ.â
âNaw, you jesâ stuck on dat liâlâ ole Lucy Ann, and she ainât nothinâ but uh baby. She ainât but leben years ole.â
âShe twelve now, goinâ on thirteen. She had her birth night de day befoâ mines. Herân on December 31, and mineâs January 1. Ainât dat funny?â
âAhm fifteen, so goody, goody, goody.â
John said nothing. After a while Mâhaley said, âJohn, Ah thought once me and you wuz gointer make uh wed.â He stood stolid and silent.
In the silence she threw her arms about Johnâs passive neck and swung herself off the ground, then lay still against him.
âJohn.â
âHunh.â
âFeel mah heart. Put yoâ hand right heah. Ainât it beatinâ hard? Datâs âcause Ahm so glad youse back. Feel it again. Myheart is rearinâ and pitchinâ fur you lak uh mule in uh tin stable. John, Ah loves you, Ah swear Ah does. You so pretty and you ainât color-struck lak uh whole heap uh bright-skin people. John?â
âHunh.â
âJohn, hug me till mah dress fit tight.â
The next day John whitewashed Pheemyâs chimney, and wrote Lucyâs name in huge letters across it, and on Sunday he was at church far ahead of anybody else, with a three-cornered note in his hymn-book.
âHope ole big-mouf Mâhaley donât come pukinâ her guts âround heah,â he thought aloud. This was another day and another place. Pearsonâs quarters and Mâhaley had no business here. His eye wandered out of the window and down the dusty road. A bunch of girls approached in starchy elegance. âLawd, dat look lak Mâhaley nowâcominâ heah tuh bull-doze and dominize.â
John fell to his knees and prayed for cleansing. He prayed aloud and the empty house threw back his resonant tones like a guitar box.
âDat sho sound good,â John exulted. âIf mah voice sound dat good de first time Ah ever prayed in de church house, it sho wonât be de lasâ.â He arose from his knees and before the drove of girls had reached the steps John had forgotten all about his sins and fears, but he retreated to the choir-stand out of Mâhaleyâs reach.
As soon as Lucy took her seat before him he leaned forward and thrust his hymn-book into her hand. She coyly dropped hers, and he picked it up and pretended to search for a song. Lucy slyly did the same and read:
Dere Lucy:
Whin you pass a mule tied to a tree,
Ring his tail and think of me.
Your sugger-lump,
J OHN
John read:
Long as the vine grow âround the stump
You are my dolling sugar lump.
Mama whipped me last night, because Bud told her we was talking to each other.
Your sweet heart,
L UCY A NN
John was so sweetly distracted by this note that he was blind and deaf to his surroundings. Bud Potts had rapped loudly and importantly and had gestured with his