âtil it burns itself out. Thatâs the way Daddy done it.
The other pile, the one that was between the one burning now and the river, it burnt most of the time I was a youngâun, it seems like. Most of my recollections of this place has that burning wood smell in the back of it. And one day, it just caved in on its own when it had burnt enough, while I was off to war, after Holly left, too.
I remember we used to play over behind it, and weâd make like that sawdust pile was hell. Mommaâd tell us if we didnât straighten up, the devilâd come out of there and get us and take us back down with him. Even had us believing it âtil we was old enough to know better.
And us boys would play a game Warren made up, called Tempt the Devil, where weâd all draw straws, and the one that got the short one would have to run right across the top of that smoking sawdust pile or be called a scairdy-cat. Then, the first one he tagged would have to come across, too. Weâd get up at least six or seven youngâuns, and nobody had to do it twice. Weâd have to wait âtil it was near-bout dark, soâs our folks wouldnât see us and give us a whipping.
Momma could be right mean unless you knew her like I did. Sheâd always tell me, âLot, youâre just like me. When you know a thing, you know it. You donât take no junk from nobody.â She used to give Daddy a hard time.
Holly used to wouldnât go nowhere near that other sawdust pile unless I was with her. Wanted me to hold her hand when we walked past it. She liked to hang around with me when Iâd go down to the river and fish. It was just her and me back then, me already 18 and her 10 or 11, although it didnât seem that much difference. But then folks got hateful and said things to her about me, and then I had to go into the Army, even though Warren was already gone and they ought to of let me stay and take care of Momma and Daddy, and when I come home, she was living with the Bondurants. Other folks is always doing something to see if they canât keep others from being too happy.
But this hereâs my sawdust pile now, and I kind of like the smell it gives off. So I tell the fire chief, who ainât nothing but the boss of a bunch of rascals that probably start most of the fires theirselves anyhow, that he ought to mind his own business and get off my property before I unleash Granger, whoâs already growling over there. He goes, but he tells me I got to do something about that fire.
My Lord. Itâs like that place outside of Richmond where Grace and Walter live. They canât cut a tree down or paint the house without some committee or commission or something telling them they can do it. Canât even pick out their own mailboxes, âcause they all got to look alike. And if one of âem buys a boat or a camper, they got to put it in a big lot two miles away, so it wonât spoil the looks of the place sitting there in the driveway. Might as well be in Russia.
Thatâs why I like to live right here. I know the rules here, âcause theyâre the same ones Momma and Daddy had, and if anybody makes up any new ones, itâs a-gonna be me. You live by my law here. Thatâs what I ought to of told that Jeter boy, when I caught him.
CHAPTER TEN
Kim Stallings, who is on the Dabney High Class of â61 10-year reunion committee, tells Nancy that Buddy has sent in his $20.
âThatâs $20, Nance,â she says. âThe cost is $20 a person. If you bring a date, itâs an extra $20. Wonder if Buddyâs bringing anyone? Well, you do the math.â
Sam isnât going. Heâd just be bored, he tells her. She knows heâs never been that close to any of her old friends.
Nancy goes with Sandy Hall Burden, her best friend from high school, and Sandyâs husband, who was a year ahead of them. Sandy used to be known as Sandra, but when she went