crossed through the kitchen and out the back door. The screen slammed shut behind him. Alvin listened to him trotting across the yard to the trough pump. It was dark out now. Crickets sang in the bushes by the rear porch. The pump creaked as Rascal drew water from the well. Alvin stuck a forkful of eggs into his mouth and tried his best not to stare at Roseâs titties. Her knife scratched the plate as she scooped some eggs onto her fork. While the dwarf worked the pump over and over, the farm boy felt his passion coming back again.
âYou come out here very often?â he asked Rose.
âOnly when I need a fellow.â
She said this without changing expression, still shoving eggs and potato into her mouth. It stabbed at Alvinâs heart. His face flushed and his own appetite faded.
âYou got a girl back home?â Rose asked, setting her fork down for a moment.
Alvin swallowed a chunk of fried potato and shook his head. The truth embarrassed him. âNone in particular. How come you ask?â
âMy daddy thinks Iâm a whore.â
He stopped chewing. âIs that so?â
She leaned close, her eyes sparkling. âDo you think Iâm a whore?â
What was he supposed to say? He shrugged. âHow should I know?â
âWhen we met back in my daddyâs restaurant, and you first saw me, did you think to yourself, âShe sure looks like a whoreâ?â
Alvin felt his face redden deeper. Roseâs attention was fixed hard on him. He was sure he smelled Chesterâs gin on her breath. âI thought you were pretty swell-looking.â
âAre you jealous of Calvin?â
âHuh?â
The pump stopped outdoors and the dwarfâs footsteps scurried back through the dirt toward the house. Rose said, âMe lying down with him, instead of with you? Are you jealous?â
Alvin shrugged. âSort of, I guess.â Sure, he was jealous as hell, but what could he do about it? He didnât hardly smile at her in town. Who knows what she thought of him back there?
âDonât be,â she said. âIt ainât account of you that Iâm with him. Itâs âcause of my daddy. Heâs scared of Calvin. The second he laid eyes on him, he told me to stay away from him.â
Rose put down her fork and napkin.
âDo you love him?â Alvin asked, afraid of her reply. If she said yes, heâd likely throw up.
âWho?â
âCalvin.â
âOf course not. I donât lie down with fellows Iâm in love with. I donât flirt with them, neither, though I have to say Iâd rather be thought of as a whore than a flirt. But thisâs got nothing to do with love. No girl with half a brain and an ounce of self-respect would consider it.â
âI ainât following you.â
âThatâs âcause youâre not a girl, and you donât know my daddy, neither.â
The back door opened and Rascal came inside with his tin cup in one hand and a small brown feather in the other. Quietly, he sat down at the table, took a drink from the cup, laid the feather on the side of his plate, and began eating once again. Alvin watched how the dwarf held his fork funny, twisted nearly backward in his hand, making him bring food to his mouth in a strange looping motion. The farm boy wondered who taught him that.
Rose got up from the table and went to the back door. She opened it and tossed her leftover eggs and potatoes out into the yard. âMy cooking stinks.â
Then she laid her empty plate on the counter and walked out of the kitchen. Rascal continued eating. Alvin listened for Rose. She had gone into the bedroom. The bedsprings squeaked as she plunked herself down onto the mattress. Alvin finished his own food and got up, setting his plate on the counter next to Roseâs. The dwarf had his head down, methodically shoveling egg and potato into his mouth, one forkful after another. Alvin went
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