have been lying, but it can get tiring on your heart to go around thinking maybe people were always lying to you. Iâll be back by supper , Daddy would say before staying out after hitting balls, playing guitar with friends instead of coming home to me and Mama. Your daddyâll be home to take you fishing, donât you worry , Mama would say before shaking her head and gritting her teeth. More painting time , sheâd say, like it was what I wanted to hear. You know your daddy loves you anyway . That last one wasnât a lie, because maybe she thought that was something she knew. But love isnât a fact,itâs a feeling, and the feeling that my daddy loved me was like catching fog. It was there, but I couldnât get a solid hold on it. I think maybe it was that extra word that made it all seem slippery. It was the anyway that made it feel like a lie.
âOkay,â I told Noni.
We went up and down eighteen coal cars before we found Daddy. Noni and I were both filthy-exhausted by then, covered in coal dust from head to toe. It was well worth the time and effort when I saw the backpack tucked into the corner where Noniâd tossed it. The sight of the urn nearly made me cry, and my neck lump moved a little, rotating a slow dance of relief.
âBenjamin?â Daddy coughed himself awake from whatever blank space heâd been in. âWhere the heck am I now?â
âYouâre on a coal train, Daddy. Heading east.â
âYou jumped the train?â
âYep.â
There was a pause while my father considered me. âGood boy,â he said.
With a smile that stretched right through the lump in my throat and into the pool of lumps surrounding me, I felt my insides get filled up until I swelled with that good boy . That good boy was like a long drink of cool water. That good boy made me wonder if I couldnât keep my daddy around if only I could keep finding pigs to butcher and trains to jump on. Maybe I could become who Daddy needed me to be and maybe he could dothe same for me and maybe he wouldnât have to go anywhere because he would realize that heâd belonged with me all along.
âHe okay?â Noni asked.
I nodded. âNoni? About you taking my daddy . . .â
âLook, Iâm sorry,â she said. âI didnât know what else to do. But weâre a team, okay? Iâm going to help you, and youâll help me. So far Iâve been carrying more than my load of the helping part, but youâll get there.â She put her hand on my shoulder and leaned close. âIâve got faith in you, Benjamin Putter.â
âI butchered a whole hog,â I reminded her. âAnd I just drew a picture that got us a lighter and a spoon.â
âWhich you wouldnât have had to do if you hadnât picked the wrong bus. But I wonât hold a grudge.â
âWrong bus? If youâd brought any money from wherever you came wandering from, maybe you could have taken your own bus.â
She frowned. âBut I like having company.â
That caught me off guard. I searched her face, but she didnât seem to be joking. âYouâve got a funny way of showing it. Donât take the urn again. Okay?â
âFine.â A remnant of the stink eye sheâd had when I met her flared up, along with her nostrils. âAnd donât you go trying to stick your nose too much in my business.â
Has to get the last word, doesnât she? the coal beneath me pointed out.
Donât let her, suggested a Marlboro patch.
âFine,â I told her. âAnd next time you decide one of us canât talk, pick yourself.â
She nodded. âI just might do that.â
I wasnât expecting her to agree. âOh. Well, okay.â
The sun was starting to head toward setting. It was maybe five oâclock. With the trainâs movement, the Alabama heat felt cooler and it was downright
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