Gathering of Waters

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did. There was Doll, floating on her back, eyes wide and staring, breasts bobbing in the water like buoys.
    “Don’t look,” Cole whispered to Hemmingway.
    “We’ll have to come back for the body later,” Preston said as he navigated the boat through the opening where a beautiful oak door had once hung.
    As they floated out of the house, Esther swooped down from the chandelier and settled on Hemmingway’s shoulder.
    Outside, it seemed to Cole that all of the waters of the world had converged in Mississippi.
    They headed upriver to Greenwood, where there was dry land. On their journey, the group passed dozens of somber-faced men piloting rowboats crammed with people wearing stricken expressions. Some boats hauled dead bodies stacked one atop the other like sacks of potatoes. One boat carried a pair of bleating goats and a grim-faced old woman.
    Every so often, someone would cry out, “Over here!” and the boats would make their way across the water and encircle the corpse like sharks.
    Along the way, Vance reached into the bib of his overalls and pulled out a bag of tobacco and rolling paper. He shoved it in Cole’s direction.
    “No, thanks,” Cole murmured.
    Whistling a chipper tune, Vance sifted the tobacco onto the paper, rolled it into a line, and slipped it into the corner of his mouth.
    With her eyes closed against the sun and the horror, Hemmingway allowed her body to lean and rock in tempo with the sway of the boat.
    “Hemmingway?” Cole called.
    “Yes?” she responded without opening her eyes.
    “You okay?”
    When her eyelids slowly parted, the steely gaze she fixed on Cole spoke volumes: My mama’s dead, the rest of my family probably dead too. The town is underwater. I’m hungry and I’m scared. So what do you think? Hemmingway silently watched him until Cole felt his cheeks blaze.
    “You see that?” Vance pointed at a balloon of white material.
    Preston leaned over the side of the boat and squinted. “Yeah, I see it,” he answered, and began to pull the oars with great ferocity.
    The nose of the boat rammed into the body with a loud thump. The collision tilted the craft dangerously to one side and both Hemmingway and Cole yelped in terror.
    They’d rammed into a young boy dressed in slacks and a white shirt knotted at the neck with a bow tie.
    “Oh God,” Cole whispered.
    Preston sucked air, and shook his head in dismay. “That’s Eula’s boy.”
    “Oh yeah?” Vance looked closer. “Which one?”
    “J.W.”
    Preston set the oars, reached down between his legs, and retrieved a large hook normally used to move bales of cotton. He leaned over, slipped the hook beneath the waistband of the boy’s trousers, and tugged.
    The body slammed into the side of the boat.
    “Lemme help,” Vance said, and caught hold of the boy’s shoulders. Together, the brothers hauled the lifeless body into the boat.
    Short dark hair fanned out across J.W.’s scalp in slick, wet points. His eyes were open and vacant. The mouth hung ajar, and was filled with swarming bottle flies.
    “Yeah, that’s J.W. for sure,” Preston said as he slapped water from his hands.
    Vance combed his fingers through his hair and moaned, “This is going to kill Eula.”
    Preston nodded in agreement.
    Vance removed his shirt, and just before he placed it over J.W.’s face, Esther executed a perfect swan dive off of Hemmingway’s shoulder and plunged right into that boy’s open mouth.
    ***
    In Greenwood, the riverbank looked like a battlefield. Scores of people walked aimlessly about hauling items they had rescued from the waters. Many huddled under trees and beneath makeshift tents. The infirm lay stretched out on the wet grass, with friends or family members stationed at their hips.
    When the Manning brothers hauled their boat up onto the muddy bank, Hemmingway leapt out, staggered to a nearby tree, and puked.
    Cole, weak and nauseous himself, offered to help the brothers carry the dead boy, but Vance waved him off,

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