arouse Edieâs suspicions. He looked back at Sister Henderson, raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes in the direction of the Plymouth. Sister nodded. Andy put his finger over his mouth, indicating to her to say nothing.
Sister Henderson could not read sign language. At least not normal, nonghetto sign language. Because he had no sooner signaled her to be quiet than she blurtedout, âYâknow, Andrew, Ah done tole Brother Banks a lot âbout you. He be anxious tâ meet you. Howdja like tâ carry the donations on to his place here this afternoon? While you doinâ that, Miz Yakots anâ me cân run down to the Minute Market anâ pick me up some aspurn. Ah feels a mosâ appropriate long headache cominâ on.â
Edie said, âIâll take the donations in to Brother Banks.â
Sister Henderson looked astonished, âThen who gonna drive me foâ mah aspurn?â
âThatâs right,â Edie said. Then turning to Andy she added, âIâll buy the rice for the dragon while Sister is buying her aspirin.â
Andy got out at the end of the drive leading to Brother Banksâs house. He walked down the dusty, unpaved path and wondered how, for Godâs sake, was a person expected to stay cool in all this heat? And how was a guy expected to look cool carrying all these dumbsized, awkward paper bags? Before he had reached the end of the drive, Sister Henderson poked her head out of the window and yelled, âAh thinks Ahâll take a bus ride to home from the Minute Market. Besâtâ tell Brother tâ hoiâ up mah part.â
Andy continued walking down the drive. âGot that, Andrew?â she yelled.
Andy turned and gave Sister a haughty look. âNo one has to repeat things to me. I am trained. The only thing I didnât hear is
please.â
âTell Brother I say to
please
hoiâ mah part âtil nexâ week.â
âItâs me you should be saying please to, for Godâs sake.â
âYou minâ yoâ manners, son. Donâ you go takinâ the name of the Lawd in vain.â
âYou telling me to mind my manners is like the pot calling the kettle blackâ¦â Andy said, ââ¦but of course thatâs perfectly all right. Black is beautiful.â
âNow, jesâ you tell him to hoiâ mine, yâhear?â Sister Henderson then turned to Edie and said, âOnce he in the house, he be safe. Once he outta the house anâ emptyhanded, I be safe. Now, Miz Yakots, let us move us to the Jacksonsâ Minute Market.â
Andy walked across the porch and knocked on the screen door. That made the second screen door within two weeks that he had looked through. He couldnât see much; there wasnât much to see. A man yelled, âCâmin,â and Andy did.
âAre you Brother Banks?â he asked.
âBeen that for fifty-four year jesâ lasâ Monday gone,â the man answered.
âIâve got Sister Hendersonâs donations,â Andy said.
âWhassa matta with Sista? Why she donâ bring her own?â A different man asked that. He was sitting behind an old kitchen table that had an adding machine on it.
Andy winked. The two men stared at him. He winked again and smiled. They still did nothing to show they understood. Oh, for Godâs sake, if they couldnât understand a cool signal like that, heâd just have to tell them. âThe gray Plymouth,â he muttered out of the side of his mouth.
The man behind the adding machine said, âSpeak out,plain, boy. This may be a checkup house, but donâ take it personally. Nobody checkinâ up on you. You cân tell us straight out.â
âThe men in the gray Plymouth are trying to hold Sister up. She led them to the Minute Market where they wonât cause trouble. Then Mrs. Yakots will come back to pick me up.â
The man behind the adding
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