machine said to Brother Banks, âSome pickup lady you got. She be pickinâ up childern and troubles.â
Brother Banks answered, âDonâ go faultinâ Sista. She be one a the best. She be wary.â Brother Banks then began opening the bags. They were full of paper slips and coins and some paper money, nothing bigger than a one. He made a neat pile of the crumpled slips and handed them to the other man who began totaling them on the adding machine. Then Brother Banks started counting the money, sliding one or two coins to the edge of the table and letting them drop into his palm. âFour twenty-two, four fortyâ¦â
âWhat church do you belong to?â Andy asked.
âChurch?â Brother Banks looked up, holding an index finger on top of the quarter he was ready to count. âChurch of God,â he answered. âFour fortyâ¦â
âNo,â Andy corrected. âThat would be four sixty-five. Youâre past four forty.â
âHow you know, son?â
âIâm trained. Trained myself. I count a lot of things. All churches are churches of God. Which one is yours?â
âWhich one of what be mine?â
âWhich church of God are you minister of?â
âThe Church of Godâs Good Fortune. Four eightyâ¦â
âNope,â Andy corrected again. âYouâre still at four sixty-five. You counted that quarter, but didnât palm it yet. Are you a Holy Roller? I mean in Godâs Good Fortune? I have heard that a lot of Blacks are Holy Rollers.â
âAhâll tell you what,â Brother Banks answered. âWhen a seven comes up on my very first roll, Ah say that Ah
am
a Holy Roller.â He looked back down at the table and said, âFour eighty.â His eyes rolled up toward Andy. Andy nodded yes, and Brother Banks continued, âFive dollahs anâ thirty.â
Andy didnât interrupt further. He looked around the room. It was almost bare. In one corner he noticed a stack of newspapers. All the
New York Times.
He wandered over to the stack, looked through them and noticed that they were all Friday editions. While he glanced through the papers, Brother Banks and his friend talked to each other. The man behind the adding machine rolled some bills together and wound them around with a rubber band. He tossed the roll to Andy. Andy tossed it back.
âToo hot for you?â he asked.
âNo,â Andy answered, âbut if thatâs your contribution to Sister Henderson, she said to hold it for her.â
The two men looked at each other and shrugged. âThatâs what she said,â Andy repeated. They said nothing, and Andy didnât know whether or not he was supposed to leave. To cover his awkwardness he said, âWell, it was nicemeeting you two.â They still said nothing. Andy felt himself begin to blush. âItâs nice to meet someone who reads the
New York Times
right here in Gainesboro. My mother, now, my mother likes to read the book reviews in the
New York Times.
She says that it saves her from having to read the books. Thatâs what my mother says. Of course, she says it about the Sunday
Times
mostly.â The men folded their arms across their chests, both of them staring at Andy and saying nothing. But they were smiling. Andy cleared his throat. âNow, as for the local paper, I prefer the Thursday edition. Itâs got more in it in the way of ads, paper towels and stuff.â They still said nothing. âUh,â Andy said, âwhat do you most enjoy about the newspaper?â
The man behind the adding machine folded his arms across his chest, tilted back on his chair and said, âWhen it comes to newspapahs we mostly enjoys the
New Yoâk Times
Friday editions. What we mostly enjoys has moâ tâ do with makinâ book than with readinâ them. Now, you tell Sistah Hendahson that nexâ week she to bring huh own.
Alexandra Amor
The Duke Next Door
John Wilcox
Clarence Major
David Perlmutter M. D., Alberto Villoldo Ph.d.
Susan Wiggs
Vicki Myron
Mack Maloney
Stephen L. Antczak, James C. Bassett
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