breeze that whispered in the tree leaves. A June bug was buzzing somewhere. âAny chance weâll get some rain?â
Rubbing his head with the knuckles of his knobby old hand, he said, âNot anytime soon, âless the Lord takes a notion to give us some.â
The children were squealing and running barefoot, splashing in the water. As we watched them, I figured Elijah knew more about them than he was telling me, and if he did, I neednât to worry. He would see that no harm came to them.
I gave up on talking about the tiller. Elijahâs heart was too heavy. And then, too, I figured I might not be able to find one. Besides, he would need a vehicle to haul it in.
âElijah, you need anything?â Of course, he wouldnât tell me if he did. âYou let me know if I can do anything for you. Need a ride to town?â
âNoâm.â
Well, I had to go, so I stood up. I was about to get back in the Chevy when he called to me. âMiz Esmeralda, if you get a chance, ask your preacher to pray for us some rain.â
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked back at him. I knew exactly what he was up to. He wanted me to ask that so the preacher would know he had no hard feelings about Maude, and also, more important than anything, that he still believed in Pastor Osborneâs prayers.
On the way home I kept thinking about Elijah asking me to do that. I donât know one white man in Live Oaks who wouldâve picked up on the preacherâs feelings and figured out a way to encourage him. It takes a long life of living, living beset with put-downs and downright meanness, to spot the same trouble in another man.
I say Elijahâs wisdom goes beyond just knowing how that kind of trouble feelsâhe knows how to do something about it. I decided that hard knocks alone donât give him that gift; Elijahâs wisdom comes from above.
I couldnât wait to get home and call Pastor Osborne. I got him on the first ring.
After I got that done, the next day I made it a point to get back in touch with Beatrice. If she was in a better frame of mind, I had something to tell her that would require my best powers of persuasion. Since she was off work on Friday, I put in the call as soon as I thought she would be up. I knew my phone bill was going to look like the national debt if I kept this up much longer, but I didnât know what that girl would do without me.
As it turned out, I caught her just as she rolled out. Of course, she hadnât slept much because of the noise upstairs, but I didnât jump on that right away. We shot the breeze a few minutes, and then I got down to business.
âBeatrice,â I said, ânow you listen to me. I have got a foolproof strategy that will take care of the problem youâve got with the neighbors. Take them something to eat.â
âWhat!â She sounded like she was going to come through the receiver.
âYou heard me. Like as not, the wife canât cook, so a dish of something will be a treat they canât turn down.â
âYou must be kidding!â
âNo, I am not. Make your specialty, that lemon meringue pie. Pile it up high. As soon as they come home from work, march yourself up them steps and knock on the door. Whichever one comes to the door, introduce yourself. If they donât invite you in, give them the pie anyway and suggest in a nice way that they can return the plate when itâs convenient. If they ask you to come inside, do. Visit with them a little while, then ask them to come visit you sometime.â
âYou must be out of your mind!â
âI am, but so are you, remember?â
âEsmeralda, there is no way in the world I can do that. They come in fighting like the gingham dog and the calico cat! They like as not throw that pie right back in my face.â
âHave you not had a pie throwed in your face before? You will live, I guarantee.â
âNo. There is no
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