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"How did you--" he said. "Did Belle--"<br />
"Of course. She wired me Saturday. That you had left, and if you came here, to<br />
tell you that she had gone back home to Kentucky and had sent for Little Belle."<br />
"Ah, damnation," Benbow said.<br />
"Why?" his sister said. "You want to leave home yourself, but you dont want her<br />
to leave."<br />
He stayed at his sister's two days. She had never been given to talking, living a<br />
life of serene vegetation like perpetual corn or wheat in a sheltered garden instead of a<br />
field, and during those two days she came and went about the house with an air of<br />
tranquil and faintly ludicrous tragic disapproval.<br />
After supper they sat in Miss Jenny's room, where Narcissa would read the<br />
Memphis paper before taking the boy off to bed. When she went out of the room, Miss<br />
Jenny looked at Benbow.<br />
"Go back home, Horace," she said.<br />
"Not to Kinston," Benbow said. "I hadn't intended to stay here, anyway. It wasn't<br />
Narcissa I was running to. I haven't quit one woman to run to the skirts of another."<br />
"If you keep on telling yourself that you may believe it, someday," Miss Jenny<br />
said. "Then what'll you do?"<br />
"You're right," Benbow said. "Then I'd have to stay at home."<br />
His sister returned. She entered the room with a definite air. "Now for it,"<br />
Benbow said. His sister had not spoken directly to him all day.<br />
"What are you going to do, Horace?" she said. "You must have business of some<br />
sort there in Kinston that should be attended to."<br />
"Even Horace must have," Miss Jenny said. "What I want to know is, why he left.<br />
Did you find a man under the bed, Horace?"<br />
"No such luck," Benbow said. "It was Friday, and all of a sudden I knew that I<br />
could not go to the station and get that box of shrimp and--"<br />
"But you have been doing that for ten years," his sister said.<br />
"I know. That's how I know that I will never learn to like smelling shrimp."<br />
"Was that why you left Belle?" Miss Jenny said. She looked at him. "It took you a<br />
long time to learn that, if a woman dont make a very good wife for one man, she aint like<br />
to for another, didn't it?"<br />
"But to walk out just like a nigger," Narcissa said. "And to mix yourself up with<br />
moonshiners and street-walkers."<br />
"Well, he's gone and left the street-walker too," Miss Jenny said. "Unless you're<br />
going to walk the streets with that orange-stick in your pocket until she <strong>com</strong>es to town."<br />
"Yes," Benbow said. He told again about the three of them, himself and Goodwin<br />
and Tommy sitting on the porch, drinking from the jug and talking, and Popeye lurking<br />
about the house, <strong>com</strong>ing out from time to time to ask Tommy to light a lantern and go<br />
down to the barn with him and Tommy wouldn't do it and Popeye would curse him, and<br />
Tommy sitting on the floor, scouring his bare feet on the boards with a faint, hissing<br />
noise, chortling: "Aint he a sight, now?"<br />
"You could feel the pistol on him just like you knew he had a navel," Benbow<br />
said. "He wouldn't drink, because he said it made him sick to his stomach like a dog; he<br />
wouldn't stay and talk with us; he wouldn't do anything: just lurking about, smoking his<br />
cigarettes, like a sullen and sick child.