Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
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t h e b r o g u e<br />
and sighed. It was ironic what could not keep him in Corinth, now brought<br />
him back home, striving for proper honor, albeit for his dead mother. He put<br />
his coat back on and knocked on the door; he had long since lost his key.<br />
Jacob’s father came to the door carrying a cane and looking frail, but still<br />
intimidating; he gave Jacob a long, hard look. Jacob’s father looked at his<br />
full, red beard and academic tweed-suit with leather patches on the elbows.<br />
“You. You son-of-a-bitch.Come in, why don’t you?” Jacob’s father was<br />
always a terribly profane man for a god-fearing, foot-washing Baptist. His<br />
foul language was no litmus test for his anger. Actually, Jacob was glad he was<br />
let in the house at all.<br />
It was already five o’clock by the time Jacob arrived at the family estate.<br />
That meant it was already supper time in the Saunders home. Jacob had been<br />
sending some of his salary back home to his aged and infirmed parents to pay<br />
the bills for quite some time. Mrs. Saunders’s disability checks, Medicare,<br />
and Social Security got the Saunders through the monthly money-changers.<br />
The dinner was awkward as Jacob and his father sat on opposite ends<br />
of the great elliptical wooden table eating their pork and beans, cornbread,<br />
and turnip greens in relative silence, grunting when either needed something<br />
passed to him. Jacob was sure by the way his father was assessing him with<br />
his eyes, that his mood was somewhere between anger and contempt. Jacob<br />
thought briefly about taking the Civil War saber down from its place above<br />
the mantle and slaying himself as penance, right in front of his father. But<br />
below the sword were the fallen heroes of the Saunders family, Eli among<br />
them. This was the final blow to Jacob’s conscience.<br />
“Daddy, I get the impression that you don’t want me here. I’ll see if I<br />
can’t rent a car and drive to Memphis for a late train back to Toronto,” Jacob<br />
put down his napkin and rose to leave.<br />
“Goddamit, son, sit down! You think I’m some sort of monster, don’t<br />
you? You think I want to sit here and stew in my anger? Well, dammit, I<br />
wouldn’t have run like you, but you must think I’m one hard son-of-a-bitch<br />
to wish you gone again after eighteen years.”<br />
Jacob didn’t know what to do with this new-found forgiveness. He<br />
could scarcely believe it, so he went on the defensive. “The only person I had<br />
contact with in this family was Momma. You didn’t visit, or call, or write, or<br />
do a goddamn thing, Daddy. I couldn’t be the hero Eli was and it haunts me<br />
everyday of my life. Why wasn’t I supposed to think you didn’t care?”<br />
“Well, I had a job. I couldn’t just take off work to go see my ex-patriot<br />
son.” His father had meant expatriate. Malapropisms ran in the family. “Also,<br />
I guess I’m still just<br />
a hard, stubborn old man. Did you think your Momma was just making<br />
that stuff up about me missing you? You’re my—first-born son.”<br />
Jacob and his father stood motionless for a second, staring each down.<br />
When Jacob’s father didn’t hear an affirmation, he spoke up again.<br />
“Jesus H. Christ, you’re still a-doubtin’ me, ain’t ya? Well, get the keys<br />
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