Clover

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mouth, Daniel will say, “It’s me, Danny, your son.”
    If Sara Kate had done some of all the crying she’s doing now at Gaten’s funeral, she wouldn’t have seemed so curious. There wouldn’t have been so much talk about how easy she took her husband’s death, either. Everleen says white folks don’t cry and carry on like we do when somebody dies. They don’t love as hard as we do.
    We’re just different, I guess. Miss Katie’s still mourning over Gaten and she’s not even kin. After Gaten was killed, she tried to cook but the pans fell to the floor. So she took to her rocking chair. Sometimes I would go and sit on the floor beside her. To tell you the truth, it was about the only place I could find space to sit. Anyway, she made me cry, too. I’m glad she’s getting over Gaten.
    People in Round Hill don’t know it, but Sara Kate didn’t really get over Gaten dying as fast as they think she did. Sara Kate was powerfully sad after my daddy died.
    After the funeral she lit a candle and sat alone in the dark. I haven’t been able to quite figure out why. People I know in Round Hill don’t light candles when folks die. I didn’t ask Sara Kate about the candle. I didn’t even tell Everleen about it, either. I guess, in a strange sort of way, I don’t want anybody thinking like, well, that Sara Kate was strange and everything. Maybe in a sly way I was trying to protect Sara Kate even if I can’t stand her sometimes. Somehow, I really believe it was because I’m trying to please my dead daddy.
    I’ll probably find out about this candle business when I’m watching TV. I don’t care what people say, you can so learn a lot of stuff from TV.
    Daniel said if his grandma had watched enough TV, she would have known that the movie
57 Pick-Up
wasn’t about a pickup truck, and would have never gone with him to see it. She liked to have died when they started spitting out all them nasty cuss words. And when the half-naked women started prancing about, she was more ashamed to leave than to stay. So she slid down in her seat, pulled her hat down over closed eyes and prayed and prayed that if the Lord would forgive her that time she’d never set foot in a movie place again.
    Sara Kate’s got to be bad lonely working in the house all day, all by herself. Sometimes she writes little notes on fancy flowered paper. I never see her mail them. I think she likes the pretty stamp too much to use.
    She hurries up and mails the letters to the places that send the pictures of all them little sad-eyed dogs and cats. On the outside of the envelopes they beg, “Will You Please Help Save Them?” I do believe she sends money every time the little pictures come in the mail. It didn’t take them people long to find Sara Kate in Round Hill.
    Everleen says all white women give money to the animals if they have it to spare. She says it’s because they feelso guilty over the way their people treated us. They think by being extra kind to animals, it’ll get them into heaven. But Everleen says the Bible says “the animals are born to be destroyed.” She thinks the Lord would smile down more on Sara Kate if she took some of that money and helped out the poor children right in Round Hill. Everleen knows her Bible.
    I guess if I had extra money I’d feed kids before I’d feed the animals.
    Sometimes Sara Kate plays the piano in a room empty now except for one new chair. It’s covered in cloth that feels slick. Sara Kate bought it. She calls the cloth chintz. Everything else is pretty much like it was when Grandpa died. He made Gaten promise never to sell the mirrored umbrella and hat stand in the front hall.
    I like it when Sara Kate plays. The house seems to come alive. Gaten used to play tapes of the same kind of music. Miss Kenyon used to play classical music also. Maybe that’s why Gaten was in love with her

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