credit. I watched how he paid it up last time. Neal gave him a number, and he handed him the cash. He wonât notice two more cold drinks.â
âThat donât sound right. Itâs kinda like stealinâ.â
âIt ainât stealing, knothead . Stealing is if we snitch a couple of drinks out of the cooler and donât pay for them. If Grandpa was here, heâd say all right and give us the money, so whatâs the difference? Itâs like when we came up here the other day and bought that sugar.â
She was right, and at the same time wrong, but I couldnât come up with a good argument for that kind of logic. None of the men at the top of the wooden steps paid us much attention, because kids were like dogs and always underfoot, at least until she held up two fingers and said, âPeace.â
âHowdy, Uncle Top!â Neal Box always called me that for some reason.
I waved and went straight toward the red chest-cooler beside the door on our left. I heard one of the men behind me. âWhatâs she mean, victory?â It was several years later that I learned the peace sign was also the victory sign during World War II.
Pepper raised the lid on the cooler. âWeâre getting a couple of drinks. Grandpa will pay for it later.â Inside, the metal tracks full of chilled bottles were mixed together, so it took a second to find the bottle cap we wanted.
âThatâll be fine.â Neal flipped the pages of a notepad and noted the purchases with a stubby yellow pencil.
We pulled them on the opener mounted to the front of the cooler and left. I felt as guilty as if Iâd hidden the sweating bottle under my shirt. Despite her attitude, Pepper must have felt the same way too, because we slipped off the porch and went around to the side to drink them. Iâll have to admit, thoughâthat Dr Pepper tasted sweeter than any Iâd ever drank.
Ross Dyer was sitting on the porch with his back against the corner support post. I glanced up at him and nudged Pepper, knowing sheâd take off on him. I was right.
Her forehead wrinkled. âThat man has the hairiest ear holes of anyone Iâve ever seen. He donât take the trouble to trim them at all, and Iâm not sure he spends much time washing âem, neither.â
She didnât bother to lower her voice, and I began to worry that heâd hear her, but she probably thought he couldnât because of his ears. They looked like hairy spider holes in the ground. Maybe thatâs why he didnât wash them good, because he was afraid to stick a finger in there.
âThat manâs disgusting! He stinks, too. He needs to throw some powder under them arms. Shit, I imagine theyâre worse than his damn ear.â
The fun was gone, because I knew somebody on the porch would hear her. I pulled her around behind the store. âPepper!â
Iâd forgotten the colored men on the loading dock. Uncle Neal sold feed and a few men loafed around back there until he needed somebody to load a truck. They made a few cents a sack, that Uncle Neal tacked onto the price of the feed.
I wondered time and again why Grandpa didnât buy his feed there. Heâd get a sack or two, maybe to help Uncle Neal, but for the most part, Grandpa traded in Hugo, across the river in Oklahoma.
Them colored fellers didnât seem to be paying us no mind, but Pepper was talking loud enough for them to hear. âWell, I bet if Miss Becky had half a chance, sheâd give âem a good scrubbing, after she barbered at âem for a while. I donât know why Uncle Willie donât take his scissors to âem when he finally gets around to gettinâ his hair cutâ¦â
âPepper, now that is enough!â
I donât think sheâd ever heard me use that tone of voice, and to me I sounded like Miss Becky. I saw one of the colored men hide a smile behind his hand, and knew they heard
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