baskets of food.
She’s a good cook
without showing off.
She has a way of making my father do things.
When Louise came to dinner,
Daddy got up and cleaned the kitchen when we were
done eating.
He tied an apron around his middle
and he looked silly as a cow
stuck in a hole,
but Louise ignored that,
and I took a lesson from her.
We walked around the farm
even though she’d probably already seen it
while I was gone.
She didn’t ask to be taken to my favorite places,
the loft in the barn,
the banks of the Beaver,
the field where you can
see Black Mesa on a clear day.
She told me
she knew Daddy and I had a history before her,
and she wished she’d been there for the whole thing,
but she wasn’t and there wasn’t anything to do
but get over it and get on.
We both stared in wonder
at the pond my daddy made
and she said,
a hole like that says a lot about a man.
I didn’t intend to, but I liked her,
because she was so plain and so honest,
and because she made Daddy laugh,
and me, too, just like that,
and even though I didn’t know
if there was room for her
in me, I could see there was room for her in Daddy.
When I asked him if he wanted me
to go off to Aunt Ellis after all,
Daddy said he hadn’t ever wanted it,
he said I was his own and he didn’t like to
think about what Aunt Ellis might do with me.
And we laughed, picturing me and Aunt Ellis
together,
and it wasn’t a nice laugh, but it was
Aunt Ellis we were talking about after all.
The thing about Louise,
I’ll just have to watch how things go and hope
she doesn’t crowd me out of Daddy’s life, not now,
when I am just finding my way back into it.
October 1935
Not Everywhere
I walk with Daddy
up the slope and look out over the Beaver River.
Louise is back at the house.
She wanted to come
but this is Ma’s place,
Ma’s grave,
Franklin’s too,
and Louise has no business here.
She wants to come everywhere with us.
Well, I won’t let her.
Not everywhere.
Daddy says,
“She could have come.
There’s room enough for everyone, Billie Jo.”
But there’s not.
She can come into Ma’s kitchen.
She can hang around the barn.
She can sit beside Daddy when he drives the truck.
But Ma’s bones are in this hill,
Ma’s and Franklin’s.
And their bones wouldn’t like it,
if Louise came walking up here between us.
October 1935
My Life, or What I Told Louise After the Tenth Time She Came to Dinner
“I may look like Daddy, but I have my mother’s
hands.
Piano hands, Ma called them,
sneaking a look at them any chance she got.
A piano is a grand thing,”I say.
“Though ours is covered in dust now.
Under the grime it’s dark brown,
like my mother’s eyes.”
I think about the piano
and how above it hangs a mirror
and to either side of that mirror,
shelves,
where Ma and Daddy’s wedding picture once stood,
though Daddy has taken that down.
“Whenever she could,
Ma filled a bowl with apples,” I tell Louise.
“I’m crazy about apples,
and she filled a jar with wildflowers when she
found them,
and put them on that shelf above the piano.”
On the other shelf Ma’s book of poetry remains.
And the invitation from Aunt Ellis,
or what’s left of it.
Daddy and I tore it into strips
to mark the poems we thought Ma liked best.
“We weren’t always happy,” I tell Louise.
“But we were happy enough
until the accident.
When I rode the train west,
I went looking for something,
but I didn’t see anything wonderful.
I didn’t see anything better than what I already had.
Home.”
I look straight into Louise’s face.
Louise doesn’t flinch.
She looks straight back.
I am the first one to back down.
“My hands don’t look real pretty anymore.
But they hardly hurt. They only ache a little,
sometimes.
I could play right now,
maybe,
if I could get the dust out of the piano,
if I wanted to get the dust out of the piano.
But I don’t. I’m not ready yet.”
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