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Dollar bills, tightly rolled and green as May buds. Suddenly, as he jangles the coins in his hand like a fistful of dice, his face softens. Or the little knife grinder who comes through town twice a year. Red berries shiny as Chinese bells: black crows swoop upon them screaming.
Somber fifty-cent pieces, heavy enough to weight a dead man’s eyes. “Tell you what,” he proposes, pouring the money back into our bead purse, “just send me one of them fruitcakes instead.”The black stove, stoked with coal and firewood, glows like a lighted pumpkin. Or Abner Packer, the driver of the six o’clock bus from Mobile, who exchanges waves with us every day as he passes in a dust-cloud whoosh. Having stuffed our burlap sacks with enough greenery and crimson to garland a dozen windows, we set about choosing a tree.
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The purse is seldom removed from this safe location except to make a deposit or, as happens every Saturday, a withdrawal; for on Saturdays I am allowed ten cents to go to the picture show. A mile more: of chastising thorns, burrs and briers that catch at our clothes; of rusty pine needles brilliant with gaudy fungus and Always, the path unwinds through lemony sun pools and pitchblack vine tunnels.
My friend has never been to a picture show, nor does she intend to: “I’d rather hear you tell the story, Buddy. Besides, a person my age shouldn’t squander their eyes. My friend gazes at her shoes, her chin quivers, she lifts her skirt and blows her nose and runs to her room. Another creek to cross: a disturbed armada of speckled trout froths the water round us, and frogs the size of plates practice belly flops; beaver workmen are building a dam.
Oh, Buddy, stop stuffing biscuit and fetch our buggy. We’ve thirty cakes to bake.”It’s always the same: a morning arrives in November, and my friend, as though officially inaugurating the Christmas time of year that exhilarates her imagination and fuels the blaze of her heart, announces: “It’s fruitcake weather! Help me find my hat.”The hat is found, a straw cartwheel corsaged with velvet roses out-of-doors has faded: it once belonged to a more fashionable relative.
She is still a child.“I knew it before I got out of bed,” she says, turning away from the window with a purposeful excitement in her eyes. And there were no birds singing; they’ve gone to warmer country, yes indeed.But before these Purchases can be made, there is the question of money. Except for skin-flint sums persons in the house occasionally provide (a dime is considered very big money); or what we earn ourselves from various activities: holding rummage sales, selling buckets of hand-picked blackberries, jars of home-made jam and apple jelly and peach preserves, rounding up flowers for funerals and weddings. To tell the truth, our only really profitable enterprise was the Fun and Freak Museum we conducted in a back-yard woodshed two summers ago.