âWhat in the world you doinâ, boy? Come on in here quick, now.â She stood aside and held the door for him. When she saw his face she knew there was trouble.
âWhat in Godâs name you done now, Skeeter? You look like death warmed over.â
Skeeterâs limbs suddenly felt all loose and rubbery. He slumped into a kitchen chair and began to tremble uncontrollably. Recognizing emotional exhaustion when she saw it, Mabel reached quickly into the cupboard for a bottle of Early Times and filled a tumbler to the rim. She gave it to him, her eyes widening as he drank it down in a single draught.
âSkeeter? Skeeter, you listeninâ to me? Answer me, boy.â She grabbed his shoulder and shook it roughly.
âIâm listeninâ, Iâm listeninâ. Please, quit, Mabel.â
âThen tell me whatâs wrong. The truth.â
âThe truth ainât gonna make neither of us feel no better, Mabel. Two white men forced me to help them kidnap this rich white girl who goes to school where I work, and they killed Butterbean doinâ it. I managed to run off.â
Mabelâs mouth hardened into a stern line. âSo now you got cops and kidnappers both lookinâ for you. Jesus wept.â She put the bottle on the table and sat down across from him.
âListen,â Skeeter said in a hoarse voice. âIf I can get to my Unca Howard, heâll know what to do, but I canât find him. I need someplace to stay so I can try again in the morninâ. Can I stay here?â
âI reckon, but Iâll have to tell Ma Rankin that the cops are looking for you. Now how about somethinâ to eat? You look like a half-starved dog.â
Relief flooded through Skeeter but he felt weaker than ever. âThatâthatâd be swell, Mabel. I ainât had nothinâ but a cup of coffee since early this morninâ.â
âYou smell like you had plenty beer, though.â She shook her head as she turned to the stove. In a moment sheâd dished up a platter of fried ham, succotash, stewed tomatoes and cornbread. She put it in front of him along with a pitcher of sweet tea. Skeeter grabbed a fork and knife and went through the platter in about seven minutes. Mabel refilled the platter and he quickly worked his way though that one. After heâd mopped his plate with a piece of cornbread, she gave him a bowl full of blackberry cobbler with cream and a cup of chicory coffee before sitting down again.
She regarded him for a moment as she sipped her own coffee. âBoy, you need to do somethinâ about your life, know that?â
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. âHuh?â
âFor over a year youâve showed up here about twice a week. You eat everything in sight and then we go up to my room and fuck. The next morninâ you leave and I donât see you until the next time you got an itch to scratch. I ainât sayinâ itâs all your fault. If it wasnât convenient for me, Iâd of kicked your ass out into the street long before now.â
He looked at her, dumbfounded.
âNow youâre in some kinda shit,â she continued, staring into her cup, âand Iâm guessinâ the white gal these men done kidnapped is somebody else you go sponge offân and fuck while you ainât here with me.â
âNo, thatââ
âShut up, Skeeter. You got to act like a man is what Iâm sayinâ. Iâd of married you three times by now if youâd of had sense enough to ask, but you donât never think about doinâ nothinâ responsible. Why do you suppose that is?â
Skeeter shrugged, finding it hard to meet Mabelâs eyes.
âIâI dunno, Mabel. Iâm sure sorry ifââ
âShut up, Skeeter. Donât be tellinâ me how sorry you are, âcause you donât know what it is to be sorry. If these men catch you, youâll be six
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