sister. Iâve admired her work for a long time, and I was on several flights with her. She was a wonderful lady.â
âThank you.â
âI kept that article that was in Time a couple of years ago that had all the pictures of her paintings, and she signed it for me and did a little pencil sketch around the edges. I have it framed in my bedroom.â Patty stands up and pats the casket self-consciously. âAnyway, I just wanted you to know. She touched a lot of lives.â
âYes, she did. Thank you.â
Patty nods and goes back to the kitchen again. In a few minutes she comes by with some sandwiches and disappears into the cockpit. Donnie nurses his drink and looks out at the green that is South Alabama. Farm ponds reflect the sun; a school bus sits motionless on the interstate.
Donnie wants to open the casket and talk to Artie, hold her hand. He needs to tell her that he, Donnie, is not sophisticated enough for cremation. He needs to ask her why she wanted this when all he wants is to put her in her yellow dress by Mama and Papa or by Carlâs marker and take her flowers on their birthday and be buried beside her someday. He places two fingers against the cold gray metal. That wouldnât be bad, up there in Myrtlewood, Artie. Maybe Hektor would come, too, and Mariel, of course, and eventually Dolly and her children. Surely sheâll have some kids. Maybe May and her family, too.
He leans over close to the casket. âArtie,â he whispers, âwhy in hell are you making me do this? Is there something here Iâm supposed to understand that Iâm missing? Is it Mama? Zeke Pardue?â
The air conditioner is too low; Donnie is freezing. He gets up and goes to fix another vodka tonic. On the counter in the little galley is a jar of beer nuts. He takes a handful with his drink and goes back to his seat. He is shaking so hard the ice cubes in his drink rattle against the banana tree on the glass.
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On One Life to Live , Vicky Buchanan is having brain surgery to rid her of the evil Nicky Smith who is her alter ego and who pops out at crucial times in Vickyâs life to go to bars and pick up men and generally cavort in a manner unseemly for the ladylike Victoria.
âGoodbye, Vicky. Youâll miss me,â says Nicky, rising from the body on the operating table and wafting across the room. A last toss of her rakish red wig and she is out the door.
âIâm gonna miss her,â says Reese. âShe got Vicky in a lot of trouble.â He, Dolly, and Mrs. Randolph are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch and watching TV. Reese and Mrs. Randolph are glad to have Dolly in the chair that has been empty for weeks. They were just sitting down as Dolly came in, and they insisted that she join them. âJust drink some iced tea, anyway,â Mrs. Randolph said when Dolly hesitated. âMake you feel better,â Reese added, pushing the chair out.
âThat Nicky was no good.â Mrs. Randolph points a fork toward the TV. âYou watch this?â she asks Dolly.
Dolly shakes her head no. âWell, when I was down here, Iâd watch it sometimes with Artie.â
âArtie did like her stories,â Reese says.
âWell, Nicky was all in Vickyâs mind,â Mrs. Randolph explains the story line, âbecause she was abused as a child.â
âHer very own daddy. Off in the head.â Reese takes another helping of potato salad. âYou know, I knew aman once thought he was a chicken part of the time, sort of perched on his steps and crowed. Never bothered a soul and nobody paid him much mind. Got run over by a train, though. Number Six on its way to Montgomery. Real slow train, too. Makes you wonder.â
Dolly and Mrs. Randolph think about this for a minute. Dolly sees the man perched on the track crowing at the oncoming Number Six.
âThe mind can do strange things,â Mrs. Randolph says. âMy brother Rudy was
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