whispered, distressed. âI donât...can you just tell Miss Love Iâm back, Mr. Tweedy? And...â she reached out and touched my hand, âand thank you.â With that, she grabbed her bag and disappeared up the stairs.
During Sanna Kleinâs miserable recital of broken glass and gravy stains I had begun to feel as if this were something we were in together. But walking home for dinner with my folks, I kept puzzling. None of what Miss Klein told me explained why sheâd come back so early in the day, or why it was the daddy who brought her home. Why not the sweetheart?
She couldnât have flunked out of the fancy family. If so, Mr. Blankenship wouldnât have sounded so kind and sad, saying he wished things had turned out different.
What did it all mean? It was months before I found out.
***
Cudn Milford and his wife, Cudn Zena, had arrived by buggy, in time to go to church with Mama and Papa. When I got home they were on the front porch with Papa. They lived in Pocatelago Community, better known as Poky, which was eight miles from P.C. All Poky amounted to was a large general store at the crossroads and farms all around. One of those farms was where Grandpa Blakeslee grew up.
Cudn Zenaâs face was lop-sided from a stroke. Her right eye and cheek drooped and the right side of her mouth, which made her
f
âs come out like
hâ
s. But that didnât stop her from talking.
âMy, donât you look hine, Will!â she said as I came up the steps. âSpittinâ image of Cudn Rucker, ainât he, Mr. Milhord. But, son, you need some weight on you. Skinniest, long-leggedest thang I ever seen. Come âere and hug this old lady!â
âHow you been doinâ, Cudn Zena,â I asked, reaching down to her in a bear hug.
âWell, my hace ainât too good, but the rest of me is as good as common, thank you, thank you.â Cudn Zena always was a talker, once she got started, and right then she got started telling Papa and me her latest hope for a cure. âYâall know Porter Springs, donât you, up in the mountains near Dahlonega? Other day I got to rememberinâ my Uncle Alva, how he was so afflicted with the rheumatism, he dragged his heet around like an alligator. And he got well at Porter Springs. Told me he stayed three days in a boardinâ house up thar and drank two gallons a day of that mineral water, and when he come home, he could walk just hine and go about his worldly bizness.â
Cudn Milford butted in. âShe wants me to take her up yonder, but I cainât afford it. Miss Zena, Iâm willinâ if youâre willinâ to sleep in a tent.â
âI got my aigg money,â she replied from the good side of her mouth.
âMaybe he likes you the way you are,â I said cheerfully.
âWell, I donât. Lookinâ like a clown donât matter much, but my eye hurts. Hit cainât blink. I have to keep my hand over it like this and tie a rag across it at night. Uncle Alva told me bout lots of sick hoiks he met up there, stayinâ in them little cottages or the boardinâ house or the ho-tel and drankinâ the water. Just miracles. One man had piles in the worst way, and he spent hive days on the spring water and his piles was healed. A lady whoâd had laig sores for seven years got cured in a two-week period. Now, listen to this, Hoytâa man from White County had the dropsy? You know, somethinâ wrong with his heart and him swole up all over? Uncle Alva said the man at the ho-tel said the man come up there swole up all over like heâd bust if you stuck a pin in him. Weighed three hundret pound if he weighed a ounce. And drankinâ that water made him start shrinkinâ. In just three weeks he was down to a hundret and thirty. The ho-tel man swore on a Bible that time he was ready to leave, this man could run, wrestle, liât thangs like anybody else! I
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