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His eyebrows raise. “Oho,” he say. “You busy?”<br />
“I going South as soon as I finish cook. My cousin been asking<br />
me to come down by her in Siparia long time now and I decide I<br />
go take the bus and go for the weekend.”<br />
Miriam cousin had really ask her a few times to visit, but is<br />
only when she see Desmond long head at the gate that she decide<br />
to go. She had always wonder what it would be like to travel in<br />
one of them new buses. “Luxury ride.” She had seen those words<br />
somewhere <strong>—</strong> must be in the papers.<br />
Desmond look down at the bag in his hand and open his<br />
mouth, but he close it again. “Alright, Miriam,” he say. “We go<br />
pick up.”<br />
She gone back in the kitchen after he walk up towards Main<br />
Street, and she rest her hands on the kitchen counter and look<br />
at them.<br />
When John Rawlins show up as usual the next Sunday<br />
morning, Miriam was reading the Express in the<br />
drawing room. She part the curtain and wave at him.<br />
He say “Morning” as he close the gate behind him, and almost in<br />
the same breath, he ask her if she want him to start with the fowl<br />
run or if she need anything special do.<br />
“Why we don’t just sit down for a change and have a cup a<br />
coffee,” she say.<br />
When Nathaniel talk, he’s use his<br />
hands plenty, as if the words not<br />
enough to tell the story. Miriam sit<br />
and listen and watch at the shapes<br />
his hands making<br />
Rawlins eye fly open.<br />
“Dew still on the plants, John. Watch.”<br />
“Sit down?” he say, excited. “But I ain’t come to sit down,<br />
Miriam. I come to give you a hand. I sure something round here<br />
need doing.”<br />
Miriam shake her head. “I not feeling for busyness round me.<br />
Maybe you should stop for a while and just . . . well, just breathe.<br />
Is Sunday, after all, you know.”<br />
John sigh hard. He look round the yard.<br />
“Best I go by my mother. I’s usually go there after I leave by<br />
you. She’s be glad for the pull out,” he say.<br />
The Anglican church bell ring seven o’clock. Rawlins start to<br />
tap his thigh.<br />
Miriam watch him and smile slow. “Alright, John,” she say.<br />
He sigh again and get to his feet then he lift the latch on the<br />
little wooden gallery gate.<br />
She was sitting outside listening to the radio after dinner one<br />
night the next week when Bally call out.<br />
“Miriam,” he say with a sad smile, “Good evening.”<br />
“Bally,” Miriam greet him, “I glad you pass. Come and sit<br />
down a while. I had wanted to ask you something.”<br />
He push the gate, come up the steps, and get in the old rocking<br />
chair.<br />
“I was thinking about Mayaro,” she say.<br />
Bally furrow his brow. “Mayaro?”<br />
“Yes, boy.” She clasp her hands in her lap. “When I was on the<br />
bus coming from South the other day, I realise how good it is for<br />
a body to see something different sometimes. That road to South<br />
ain’t playing it pretty. The rolling hills . . . When last you and your<br />
children went somewhere for a little breeze?”<br />
Bally look at her, puzzled. Then he give a dry kind of laugh<br />
and lean back in the chair. “I ain’t go nowhere with my children<br />
since my wife die.” He frown and look off down the street<br />
towards his house.<br />
“That’s a long time,” Miriam say softly.<br />
“Four years,” Bally say. “We used to drive in the van to<br />
Rampanalgas when some of them was still small. Sita was a<br />
baby, and Krishna wasn’t even born. We used to play cricket on<br />
the beach <strong>—</strong> take bat and ball and thing.”<br />
“That sounding real nice,” Miriam smile.<br />
Bally nod, and Miriam find like his eyes damp.<br />
“Maybe you could take the van and go one Sunday? Maybe<br />
you could ask Angie to go to help you with the younger ones?”<br />
“Maybe,” Bally murmur. “Angie love the sea.” He look up at<br />
Miriam. “The salt might be good for all of us,” he say.<br />
Saturday evening about fiveish and Miriam watering the<br />
croton she have in a pot in the gallery.<br />
“I had come last week,” she hear a deep voice say.<br />
It startle her, but she look up to find Nathaniel, wearing a<br />
yellow All Stars jersey, standing with his arm on the metal gate.<br />
“But like you had gone out.”<br />
“Yes, yes,” Miriam still watering the croton, “I went South.<br />
You not coming in?” she ask. The water spill over the brim of the<br />
plate under the pot.<br />
“South? Eh eh! Nice, man. You have family there?” He come<br />
up the stairs and lean up in the entryway.<br />
“Yes, yes,” she say, “And long time I promise I would visit. We<br />
had a real nice time catching up. In fact,” she chuckle, “I have<br />
stories to tell you. My cousin tell me plenty things I never knew<br />
about my family.”<br />
“Stories? Nice,” Nathaniel say, then like he remember he carrying<br />
something. He take out a container from the bag.<br />
“I bring some smoke herring,” he tell her. “I season it with<br />
lime, and I put pimento and chive from my garden. Tomato, too,<br />
of course” He pause, then, “I was hoping you might make some<br />
roast bake again.”<br />
Miriam catch her breath. “I will roast the bake to go with the<br />
herring,” she say, gazing at the watering can. “Come in the kitchen,<br />
nuh, and I will tell you one or two of the stories while I prepare.”<br />
She look up now and watch him good, and she find he just<br />
there, like all he doing is waiting to listen. She hold out her<br />
arm and step aside for Nathaniel to pass through the narrow<br />
doorway, but he pause, then bend down, untie his shoes and<br />
leave them on the gallery.<br />
When he raise up again he give a slight bow, and gesture to<br />
her to lead him into the house. n<br />
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