- •Breathing Underwater
- •I was still a girl and Daddy still needed courage. The tall city buildings didn't belong to Someplace Else; they belonged
- •I also knew Peanut, a tiny old man with black spots on
- •I breathed again. I thought Rae was crazy—and her Daddy, too—for that.
- •I was right. Mama came back a couple of hours later,
- •I was scared and looked down at the rug, the way the
- •I just stood there until it hit me—you don't slap your
- •I wasn't about to close my eyes. Mrs. Miller stood next
- •I cut my hair short and Mama smiled as if she'd finally gotten the girl she wanted. She brushed her hand across
- •I had asked for that bike, and Mama had shoved me
- •I found myself being pulled into the crowd of regular kids.
- •I walked along behind James, lugging my red-plaid book satchel. The feeling from the dream kept rippling through my stomach, Rae beneath me, Mama hovering above
- •I walked out of the house and flopped down in the front
- •I knew Daddy was just saying that. Mama was crazy and
- •I didn't know what was worse, waiting for Mama to go crazy or knowing she'd finally done it.
- •I rode my bike past her house, hoping to get a glimpse
- •I couldn't understand how a person could change so quickly in one year, how she went from choosing me to
- •I could see her sitting at the kitchen table, running her
- •I sat on the porch steps and waited to see if maybe Daddy would come back out and get the ice chest. Maybe Mama was having another breakdown. Maisey sat beside me, sniffling and blubbering.
- •It on to my other ear. I laughed out loud, thinking how funny I must've looked. I walked slowly onto the porch, the green
- •I turned carefully so the lizards wouldn't fall, but one
- •I hadn't had a crush on anyone since Rae, but I told myself that didn't count because she was a girl and nothing ever happened between us. My memory of her had faded until
- •In our backyard, and that I'd spent the afternoon smoking reefer with a boy. But I didn't care. That was it. That was the feeling. I was tired of caring what she thought of me.
- •I was stoned. Images flitted through my head. The naked woman. I never told Ronnie about her, although I know
- •It was getting dark. James and Daddy's voices echoed by
- •I wondered where she read this, if she looked it up or 195
- •Visible in the shadow she made. She was the dark, black center of the starry Milky Way.
- •I didn't say anything. I noticed a small tear in the seam on the back of the passenger seat.
- •I watched as the Lincoln pulled away, Mr. Kaufmann
I also knew Peanut, a tiny old man with black spots on
his skin and eleven fingers who stood next to the brandnew silver garbage cans in front of the Western Auto and answered nine, no matter what you asked him. He wore a toy sheriff's badge on his pajama shirt and dipped Sweet Peach snuff. Even though I was only in the sixth grade by then, I was almost as tall as he was.
One Saturday, while Daddy picked up some bags of fertilizer, James and I cornered Peanut. We took turns asking him stupid questions so we could laugh at his one stupid answer. How many moons does Earth have? How many times have you kissed your sister? What's your mama's name? What town are you from? James looked around to see if Daddy was coming, and asked as quickly and softly as he could, "How many buttholes ya got?" And Peanut smiled and said, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, flecks of brown snuff damp in the corners of his mouth, dotting his teeth. He
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wanted us to like him. Then he showed us his extra finger, holding out his blotchy hand, the tiny finger pointing right
at us crookedly and James asked, "How many fingers ya got, Peanut?" for one more laugh.
The guys who lived in the hospital were really crazy.
There were two kinds of crazy—the crazy we could live with and the crazy we couldn't live with. I wasn't always sure what the difference between them was.
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Mama said she heard that Rae Miller s mother was nutty
as a squirrel and I thought Ha! talk about the pot calling the kettle black. But her Mama was one of those you run and hide from. Just like mine. Right after the Millers moved
to town, I spotted Mrs. Miller shuffling around the Dollar Store with her messed-up baby-doll hair, dragging her pink flip-flops over that dusty checkered floor, her dress stained with something brown. She was scary looking. It was hard to believe she was kin to Rae.
On the first day of sixth grade, I fell in love with Rae the minute I saw her because I could tell she was a girl like me. Not meant for the narrow streets of Chattahoochee. I saw
her shadow first, stretched black like a stocking across the wooden floor of Mrs. Glisson's sixth-grade class. When I stepped into the room, there stood Rae next to a window,
her face streaky as if she might have cried that morning, but later I found out it was just dirty. She wore an ugly beige vinyl coat, one button dangling from a thread. Her head glowed like a lamp, her hair was so white.
She acted like she was tuned in to a radio station, maybe LU V I C K E RS
WOOF out of Dothan, Alabama; she swayed back and
forth, kicked her scuffed-up go-go boots against the floor. Next to her, bent over the teacher's desk signing papers, hulked her big fat mama. Looking at them, I thought of how children love their ugly mothers no matter what. I always saw those mothers at the Halloween carnival—bucktoothed, crosseyed, or just plain ugly, standing in the grass next to the fishing booth, beautiful babies clamped onto their hips.
From the first day, Mama didn't want me to be friends
with Rae because her father raked yards and her mother was a lunatic, a concern I thought odd coming from her.
Maisey chimed in, too, talking double time without even breathing, "Her daddy stinks like wet cigars and his eyes," she said, "you can't see the whites in them. Like Mr. B on Hazel" she said. "Remember when he played in that movie The Man with the X-ray Eyes and put that x-ray potion in his eyes so he could see naked women but how he ended up in a tent at a Holy Roller revival and the preacher screamed,
'If thine right eye offend thee, pluck it out,' and Mr. B. did because by then all he could see was skeletons? Her daddy's got eyes like that."
Mr. Miller was whip-thin and brown as snuff—I saw
him pumping gas at the Tom Thumb—but x-ray eyes or not, by the end of the week Rae and I were best friends. We sprawled out on the orange clay hill at the playground and
watched clouds skim across the sky while the other girls ran screaming from boys and pushed each other on swings. No one else wanted anything to do with us. When we got in line to go to the lunchroom, a couple of the girls made a show of looking at Rae's go-go boots, then giggled and whispered to each other. I didn't care. Rae and I were headed for bigger 30
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She told me she lived in a shack on River Road and
that she owned a horse named Blazer. Soon I was riding out there every day. I lied to Mama, told her I was going
to play with Brenda, and she thought that was wonderful.
I knew she'd never catch me because she'd rather die than talk to somebody normal like Brenda's mother. Mama never answered the telephone, and sometimes she hid in her bedroom when someone knocked on our door.
Rae and I rode Blazer round and round the shady backyard next to a field where Mr. Miller grew stalks of corn as tall as men.
"Watch my daddy walk my horse over me," Rae said one day. She leaned her head back and hollered "Daddy? at the corn field. "Daddyl"
I heard a rustling, like paper bags rubbing together, like
an animal rooting through the field, then Mr. Miller parted the thick green stalks and stepped into the yard. Rae handed him the reins without a word. She flopped down in the dark green grass beneath the limber branches of a mimosa tree and closed her eyes. She was so white and still she looked dead. Pink flowers delicate as hula skirts blew across the blades of grass. Mr. Miller tugged the worn leather reins and gently led Blazer one gray hoof after the other over Rae's body. I held my breath. A deerfly landed on Blazer's silky brown back and her whole skin twitched. She lifted her
last hoof and placed it on the ground just past Rae's belly.