This Bitter Earth Part 3

They understood why the blackbirds had attacked the house.

All of them had seen it happen at least once in their lives. Throngs of blackbirds, perched in trees and scatter-walking across the ground, waiting for death to claim its victim.

"Y*all gonna freeze in here if this hole don't get closed up tonight," Billy Sanford said.

"You offering to close it up?" May asked as she stood peering out at them. Her tone was not humble and her stancea"hands on hips, head tilted skywarda"did not hold well with Billy Sanford.

Old wh.o.r.e should be on her knees begging me to mend this hole up, Billy thought to himself. But he wouldn't say it out loud. He knew not to mess with May Lacey. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Well, I'll pay you. You don't have to worry about that," May said and stepped away from the cold that seeped in.

Humph, be good to get back some of the money my old man dropped here back in the day, Billy thought to himself, but once again, he didn't dare say it out loud.

The men avoided the dead birds as much as possible, preferring to step over them rather than kick them aside with the toe of their boots. Blackbirds meant death and they wanted no part of that.

The men worked together mending the s.p.a.ce in the wall and went home and told their wives that they were sure the next time they saw Sugar Lacey, she would be faceup in a pine box.

Sara remained locked in her room for two days after May slapped her twice across her face and shook her until her head wobbled on her neck when she still wouldn't stop screaming.

Sara wouldn't eat a thing Ruby left outside her door and only G.o.d knew where she was relieving herself. May threatened to remove her bedroom door from its hinges if she didn't stop behaving like a child and open it up. May wouldn't have gone to the trouble; she just needed to know that Sara was still alive, and Sara satisfied her curiosity by screaming like a lunatic every time May started picking at the hinges of Sara's door with her penknife.

Ruby had little to say during the whole ordeal. She felt like she was caught in one of those bizarre Hitchc.o.c.k movies she'd seen once on a visit to Ashton.

She thought that the evil Sugar had carried with her into that house was slowly spreading over all of them. May was drinking again, Sara had definitely taken leave of her senses and who knew what was going to befall her.

Ruby sprinkled salt on the porch and around every entrance of the house before retiring to her bedroom, picking up her Bible off the nightstand and opening it to the Book of Revelation.

Sugar heard the click of the lock and the creak of Sara's door as it swung open on its hinges. She waited, as did Sara, for any interruption in May's snoring or Ruby's heavy, even breathing.

Sara stepped out into the hall and Sugar eased herself up and onto her elbow. The two women remained as still and silent as the cats that roamed the land for field mice. Ears keen, bodies stiff and rigid, they listened to the darkness around them.

The grandfather clock in the parlor chimed and Sara moved with the bells, and on the twelfth she pushed Sugar's bedroom door open and stepped inside.

"You wanna know?" Sara's voice reached through the darkness and s.n.a.t.c.hed at Sugar. "You said you wanted to know why. Do you really want to know, *cause I'll tell you the truth."

Sugar sat up and pushed her back against the headboard. She could barely make Sara out in the darkness of the room. She could smell her, though, like spoiled milk and rotting apples.

"May won't tell you, not all of it, and Ruby don't much know any of it," Sara hissed and Sugar could tell she was getting closer. Sugar slid herself across the bed and moved her hand to the night table, where she searched for something, anything to protect herself.

"I loved him. Me! Not your mama, Bertie Mae. But he couldn't see it, just kept on chasing behind her like some lovesick woman. She didn't pay him any mind, but still he kept on."

There was a pause as Sara's voice drifted off into the darkness. Sugar strained to see what she was doing, where she was moving, but her eyes were weak and refused to adjust to the darkness.

"He never looked at me like he looked at her. Not once." Sara's voice came from Sugar's right side and she jumped and scrambled to the other side of the bed.

The curtains parted and moonlight streamed in. Sara looked skeletal beneath the moon's glow; her eyes were wide and sunken and her teeth seemed to jut forward as if they were pulling away from her skull.

The light-green gown she wore was soiled and Sugar caught the unmistakable scent of urine.

Sara stared at Sugar for a long time while her emotionsa"happy, sad and angrya"played out across her face. "Well, that's the way things are sometimes," Sara said, suddenly sounding sane, suddenly sounding normal.

Sara sat down in the rocking chair by the window and stared out into the night. "No one person should be forced to keep everything to themselves. Not everything. The mind is small, the heart, weak." She spoke in a low whisper.

Sara stopped rocking and raised her head a bit as if she'd caught sight of something outside the window. Satisfied with what she did or did not see, she began rocking again.

"Your mother died from it. Keeping things in, those stories and the hurt and pain that went along with *em. They called it cancer ... and yes, I guess that's what it was or what it ended it up being.

"She was weak when she run off. If she had to fend for you and run all at the same time, she woulda dropped dead long before she did, and you ... well, who knows what would have happened to you. She ain't have you to tell the stories to and I guess she felt she couldn't share it all with Clemon."

Sara turned and looked at Sugar. "Clemon Wilks was your grandmama's man first. Did you know that? She run off with her own mama's man," Sara said matter-of-factly.

Sugar blinked at the name. Clemon Wilks. Wilks? Well, that was the name on the deed to #10 Grove Street.

"Well," Sara breathed, waving that bit of information off with a flick of her hand. "Men don't understand most things, so she kept it all to herself, inside where it fed on her soul and spirit. She realized it when it was too late and jumped on the train and come back here, looking for you, but you was off looking for who knows what."

Sugar straightened her back and tried to shake the guilt that Sara's words seemed to plant in her.

"Ohhhh my goodness." Sara yawned and stretched her bony arms above her head. She didn't speak again for a long time. The only sounds that filled the room were the soft creaking noises from the rocking chair and the wind outside the window.

Chapter 4.

WE told you some of the truth last time you come through. Well, some."

Sugar propped herself up on one elbow and tilted her head closer to Sara.

"Your mama was a beautiful woman, I won't deny that. Beauty like that hadn't been seen *round here in years. Well, her mama, your grandma Ciel, she was half-white, so all her babies had that high-brown color and good hair. Ciel's mama was some woman who got pregnant from the white man she worked for. So I heard. Lord knows who Bertie Mae's daddy was, but he musta been a little thing 'cause that was what Bertie Mae was, little.

"Little, timid and unstrung. The unstrung part being her mama's doing." Sara's face screwed up at the end of that statement.

"Bertie Mae was always trying to make herself invisible. Kept her head down, always looking at her shoes instead of the people and things around her. But the men noticed her anyway, like you notice a shiny penny in the dirt, and they taunted her by s.n.a.t.c.hing at her hands and calling her name out loud: *Bertie Mae Brown!'

"That's how they honored her beauty. Bertie Mae didn't see it as an honor, she saw it as them making fun of her, because her mother, your grandmother," Sara said, pointing a shaky finger at Sugar, "Ciel Brown, told her every day of her life that she was homely and ugly!"

Sara's whole body shook when she said that and it took her a while to compose herself before she could continue.

"But she wasn't ugly or homely, she was beautiful and I have a picture of her to prove it," Sugar shot at Sara.

"I know that, you know that and so did Ciel. But she hated that child, and none of us ever figured out why," Sara said thoughtfully.

"Shonuff Clayton was the one who had started the whole bowing thinga""

"What you say?" Sugar said, sitting up.

"I said, Shonuff Clayton the one thata""

Sugar cut Sara's words off again. "Clayton was the last name?"

"Yes, yes I'm sure *bout that," Sara said. Her response held a tinge of doubt. "No, I'm right, it was Clayton. Why you ask?"

Sugar's heart thumped in her chest and the wounds that were still puffed and raw across her abdomen began to burn. Lappy Clayton's face swam before her and her body shuddered with the memory of what he'd done to her.

Sara gave Sugar a curious look before continuing.

"Shonuff Clayton, with his bone-straight hair, yellow freckled skin and gray-blue eyes. Shonuff Clayton, with his wanton ways and filthy mouth."

Sara giggled and ran her hands down her arms. "He wasn't worth s.h.i.t, but I loved him anyway. Can't help who you love."

As Sara said those last five words an expression crossed her face as if she was looking for an acquittal from Sugar for the love she had, still seemed to have, for Shonuff Clayton.

Sugar just stared at her.

"His mama was Susie Clayton. She was a white woman whose family had disowned her. Her own daddy, Edgar, labeled her trash and put her out the house when he found her laid out on top of a bale of cotton, legs spread-eagle, the stable boy, half her age and gleaming black, between them.

"Her daddy would have shouted rape, even though his daughter's arms were wrapped around the stable boy's waist and her head was thrown back in pleasure. Even still, he would have had the boy hung from a tree, castrated, skinned and burned, but he thought back to a time when he had doubts about his wife's faithfulness and wasn't ever really convinced that Susie was his anyway. She didn't look like any of her siblings, didn't even have the famous Clayton dimples. All his kids, including himself, had those dimples.

"When that black boy's body stiffened and then shuddered, Susie Clayton screamed, *I love you! I love you!' And Edgar Clayton knew right then that Susie wasn't his. The Claytons did not love n.i.g.g.e.rs. Through the years they'd owned them, whipped them, hung them, some of the men f.u.c.ked them and a right few of the women did the same, but not one Clayton had ever loved one.

"For appearances and because Susie was a white woman, Edgar had the stable boy whipped and then had Susie banished from his house and sent to live in one of the track houses on Clayton land amongst the n.i.g.g.e.rs she loved so much.

"She'd been with most of the colored men in Bigelow. They talked about it amongst themselves, joked about it every chance they got.

" *Had some of that white meat 'cross town?*

" *Who ain't?'

" *Davis ain't.'

" *Who say so?'

" *Heard so.'

" *From who, n.i.g.g.e.r?'

" *Just heard.'

" *Well, have you?'

" *Shonuff!' the man would yell out, sending the rest of the men into a fit of thigh-slapping laughter. That laughter went on for years, until Susie Clayton's belly started to push out and the men started denying having been there at all.

"Susie named her half-breed child after her daddy, Edgar. His name was Edgar Howard Clayton the second, but no one ever called him that, not behind his back or to his face, not even his own mother. He was Shonuff Clayton from the moment he popped his pink head out from between his mother's legs and even when he was dead and gone, his tombstone would declare the same.

"Shonuff was an unruly child, stealing apples off fruit carts and chasing the chickens that pecked and scratched in the square. He pulled off the pink bows that knotted the long braids of the dark girls and slapped the close-cut heads of the boys.

64 People scolded Shonuff, shaking their fingers in his face and speaking to him between clenched teeth. No one, not even his mother, had ever taken a switch to his behind. If they had he might have turned out to be good for something, instead of good for nothing."

Sara shook her head and scratched at her chin. Sugar was sitting up now, leaning forward, her feet resting on the floor.

"Anyway, he grew up and remained much the same. Went from stealing apples to stealing womena"most of whom didn't mind being stolen. He sure was a good-looking man. Tall and as clear as water. He may have looked white but that kinky hair and the way he swaggered instead of walked belonged to every black man that lived in Short Junction.

"Lots of women, black and white, gave themselves to him, me included," Sara said as a girlish smile pranced across her lips. "Any woman that hadn't had Shonuff, dreamed about having him. Every woman except your mama, Bertie Mae." The name sounded dry in Sara's mouth and reminded her of the dead garden at the back of #10 Grove Street.

"Well, even if your mama did want Shonuff, which she didn*t, Ciel would never have allowed it. If the son of the preacher man came calling on Bertie Mae, Ciel would have chased him off with a butcher knife.

"Ciel was crazy. There was no getting around it. She only dressed in black and hardly ever combed or brushed her hair. She wandered through the streets talking to herself and yelling obscenities at people. Then there were days when you couldn't even recognize her. She'd be neat as a pin, hair pulled back, cuss words replaced with *h.e.l.lo' and 'good-day.* A smile as sweet as sugar on her lips.

"She usta tell Bertie Mae that giving birth to her was like pulling a porcupine out from between her legs. Not like her boys, she said. They slid out of her like lard in August. Then she'd spit on Bertie Mae, knock her upside her head or smack her across her face. She hated that child."

Sugar blinked back tears. She didn't want to hear any more. She wanted to shut out what Sara was saying, tell her to stop talking and leave, but something inside of her told her that she needed to know.

"Bertie Mae told us *bout the times when Ciel would storm into the bedroom and s.n.a.t.c.h her from her bed and just start punching and slapping her for no good reason at all. Them boys finally pulled Ciel off of her. Thank G.o.d for those brothers of hers 'cause Ciel would have killed Bertie Mae long before she run off.

"Even without her telling us what went on in that house, we knew. Everybody knew. Lord, if the wind was blowing right you could hear Ciel swearing and cussing, Bertie Mae screaming and crying, clear across town." Sara's voice dropped off and Sugar could tell she was listening to those long-ago sounds the wind carried.

"Nope, don't know who her daddy was," Sara suddenly said as if Sugar had asked. "Don't know who the daddy of any of Ciel's children is. Never really thought about it much, but some people had their ideas, *specially since Ciel was crazy. You had to ask yourself if a man in his right mind would really lie down with a woman as crazy as Ciel. Some people say it had to have been the Devil, he the only one that would or even could."

Sara coughed up a laugh before going on.

"Well, that's what people said until Clemon Wilks showed up. That man Clemon just appeared outta nowhere one day. I ain't never seen a man more wiry looking, short, bald and black. Drank plenty of moonshine, from what I heard. Guess he had to, living with Ciel. He was the talk of the town for a minute. People just couldn't get over the fact that Ciel had hooked herself a man."

" *Ciel got a man shacking up with her!'

" *I believe I saw a man sweeping up in front of the Brown house today.'

" *My eyes must be lying, 'cause I swear that was a man sitting out on Ciel's porch today.*

" *Them groceries I delivered to the Brown house on Wednesday? You know, never in all my years have I had to deliver groceries to Crazy Ciel Brown! Well, a man the one came in, picked out all kinds of stuff and even bought a bottle of that "Oh toilet water" and slammed a twenty-dollar bill, good and hard, right down in front of my face!'

"People wondered if the Devil had indeed found a new face and a new namea"Clemon Wilks. Ciel had him, but there were a might many people that wanted him. Talk was that he'd swindled some money from some lowlifes in Alabama. Clemon was running for his life and ran right smack into Ciel Brown!"

Sara laughed and smacked her knee in glee just as the grandfather clock struck three.

"It was after he arrived that people began to really find out just how crazy Crazy Ciel Brown really was." Sara looked over her shoulder and dropped her voice down a notch. "Clemon was drunk one day and told some menfolk that the hair that grew between Ciel Brown's legs was just as long as what was on top of her head!"

Sugar's eyes went wide and then narrowed. She c.o.c.ked her head in disbelief and smirked.

"Uh-huh, and he also said that she fancied tying up that hair down there," Sara said, pointing between her own legs. "Fancied tying it up in ribbons!"

Sugar shook her head and wanted to tell Sara to stop her lying.

"True story," Sara said, raising her hand up. "I'd swear it on my mama's grave," she said, placing her free hand over her heart.