side of her mouth. âThat boyâs a handful, I donât mind telling you, a heavy burden, anâ itâs not just the name that does the tormentinâ.â Wilson held the rear door open and Mrs. Fillmore backed in, found the rear seat, settled back for a moment, then lifted her heavy ankles around. âWeâre not kin, if thatâs what youâre thinking, Mr. Wilson,â she confided as they drove out of the parking lot. Willard Fillmore, next to Wilson in the front seat, small shoulders erect, sat alert on the edge of the seat as if being in front were a rare privilege. âWouldnât that be something?â his mother added in a girlish aside to her suspicious blond companion. âBeing in Washânâton anâ being kin to President Millard Fillmore?â
âHa ha,â Willard said.
There was a momentary delay from the rear seat as Mrs. Fillmore gathered her ordnance together. Leather creaked and an instant later Willard Fillmore took a salvo in the back of the head, delivered by a purse swung by its strap. âDonât smart-talk me, mister,â his mother warned. âI done told youâI had enough.â
âI heard tell of stranger things,â replied her companion fatalistically.
âTell Mr. Wilson what President he was, Willard,â Mrs. Fillmore commanded.
âThe thirteenth President,â Willard answered expertly, âonly his name was Millard.â He turned to watch Wilson suspiciously.
âWas he Republican or Demoââ
âThere wasnât no Republicans in them old days,â Willard said, the hostile eyes still fastened to Wilsonâs face, awaiting his reaction.
âHeâs sure got it learned by heart, donât he, Mr. Wilson?â Mrs. Fillmore called in her loud beauticianâs voice, the one she used for talking to a customer under a hair dryer five chairs away. âWe was on Okinawa when Millard was born.â
âWillard,â her son said immediately. âMy nameâs Willard.â
âWillard. Did I say Millard? Lordy, I done forgot what I said. There I go again.â Mrs. Fillmore chuckled, but Willardâs expression didnât change. âAnyway, like I was saying, we was on Okinawa when Willard was born and the names kinda went nice together, you know, the way they do sometimes, beinâ on the tip of your tongue that way, like Sears Roebuck.â¦â
Wilson also heard Willardâs whispered voice from alongside, a seditious undertow attempting to drag him away from these backseat humiliations: â Whereâd you get this car, sucker? â
â⦠anâ then when my husband Albert decided they just went together, that was that. So we named him Willard Fillmore, right there on Okinawa, not knowing all the time it was Millard Fillmore, the thirteenth President of the United States, we was thinking about all that time, something we clean forgot, me anâ Albert both.â
Mrs. Fillmore laughed. â Youâre a loser, â Willard was whispering, â same as this here car. â
â⦠anâ so we just had the birth certificate made up like that, right on Okinawa, right at the base hospitalâWillard Fillmore.â
âThem Japs donât know nothing,â her companion said truculently.
â⦠anâ it wasnât till we got back stateside that someone in the PX nursery school told me it wasnât Willard Iâd been thinking on at all back on Okinawa, but MillardâMillard Fillmore. Donât that beat all, Mr. Wilson? I wisht Iâd knowed my history better, donât you? You ever lived overseas, Mr. Wilson?â Her voice drew closer as she held her cigarette out. âHere, pinch that out the winder for me, would you, son?â
âYes, mâam.â
Wilson opened the dashboard ashtray but Willard ignored it and pretended to blow lusty smoke rings for the benefit of a passing
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