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Show Blue Run/14 Who can tell me a thing about any man? Anyway, I knew that I could deal with Buddy and his family, and I'd only seen a sliver of the place. Maybe I got the whole place backwards up front. Mount Lemon, the peak Buddy'd pointed out through his car's steamy windshield, gleamed in the distance. Snow was up there, a shock, given this heat. Everything was possible. If snow could stay put above a hellacious desert, wasn't anything at all possible? "Where's the little girl, Buddy? Who quit talking?" My husband opened one blue-green eye, then the other. He rubbed flies off his ears and smiled. His teeth were even and perfect, even my mother had been amazed by Buddy's teeth, not a filling in his head, not a gap, no visible decay. "Who?" Vi got up off the couch, turned the television on and lit a cigarette. The rest of the brothers and sisters lay on the floor, with dogs and each other "Your girl Her mama died in a car wreck " I couldn't understand a word coming out of the tv. My stomach growled. The air went a little hazy with Vi's smoke. All during the night ride, after the sleepy justice married us, my newlywed husband went on about the wife who'd died in a wreck, and the girl who hadn't spoken a word since her mother's death. He'd told me the doctors claimed she'd never recover, not without a new mommy-a new mother's love "Where is she?" Vi shook her head at the idiot on television and one sister propped on an elbow, looking from Buddy to me to Vi and back. Davey strutted in and whistled at the sight of us. "Lord," he said. "What did one pissant say to the other pissant?" The world can be a quiet, quiet place. If your a pregnant fool in Arizona, this earth can spin |
