Authors: Marie Bostwick
Fields Of Gold (3 page)
“Hello, Mrs. Glennon,” Ruby said politely. “Hey, Eva! Mr. Walden gave me a ride out so I can go see the flying machine. You want to come?”
“I can't. I have to get these beans done.” Mama opened the screen door to let Mr. Walden pass.
“Afternoon, Mrs. Glennon.” Mr. Walden moved his hand toward his head, as though to tip his hat, but when he did, the bag of ice balanced on his shoulder shifted and threatened to fall, so he settled for a stiff nod of greeting instead. “I brought you a bag of extra chips, no charge. Thought they might be good for tea. It's been so hot.”
“Thank you, Mr. Walden,” Mama said with a smile. “That was thoughtful of you. Now I've got something cold to offer you. Can you sit and have a glass of tea? I've got a pound cake, too.” Mr. Walden pretended to think about the idea and pronounced it a fine one, as he did every week. We were at the end of his Wednesday route, and his visits were a kind of tradition. He always stopped to eat something and visit before heading back to town, and we always got extra ice by way of thanks. Sometimes I'd tease Mama about it, calling Mr. Walden her secret admirer.
“Hmph,” she'd grump, though I could see a smile play at her lips. “The only thing Cyrus Walden admires is a well-browned piecrust and there's no secret in that. He costs me more in flour and sugar than I save in ice with all those ice chips. I'm just being polite.”
Still, I knew she looked forward to those Wednesday chats. Visiting nearly every farm in the county, Mr. Walden was a reliable source of news, and he wasn't shy about sharing it. Of course, Mama would never have actively engaged in gossip, but if the iceman wanted to talk while enjoying her hospitality, well, there was no help for that.
I got up from my chair to help Mama set out the tea glasses, but she shook her head at me. “That's all right, Eva. Why don't you go on with Ruby and see the airplane?”
“Are you sure?” I asked, not quite daring to hope she really meant it. “What about the beans?”
“They'll wait.” She smiled and her eyes twinkled knowingly. “You don't want to be the only girl in town doesn't see that young Mr. Slim in action, do you? Besides, if I have to stand over that stove one more minute I'll probably steam all the wrinkles out of my face and your Papa wouldn't recognize me. That wouldn't do, would it?” She patted me on the shoulder. “Go on, you two. Have fun. Don't be too late.”
I grabbed my cane and walked with Ruby across the yard toward the field where Slim's plane was.
Ruby and I became friends six years before when I was eleven and Clarence Parker, who was known as Clay, ran up to me on the playground and kissed me on the mouth. His lips felt stiff and chapped on mine, but I concentrated very hard so I would never forget what my first kiss felt like. When he let go of me, I took a step back, blushed to the tips of my ears, and looked up at him to smile, but he was turned around to face a group of boys who were watching near the swings. “There!” he shouted. “Y'all owe me a nickel! I told you I'd do it! For a dime I'll kiss your old man's pig!”
From then on I spent my recesses inside, reading books, traveling in my mind to places far away from Dillon. Ruby spent a lot of recesses inside as well, but not by choice. She was just my age, a freckled, redheaded girl with a father who drank and a mother who was too sickly to make sure her daughter's dresses were as clean and well-starched as they might have been. Ruby's red hair was no lie. Her short temper and general lack of interest in schoolwork meant the teacher frequently assigned her long punishments writing “I will nots” on the chalkboard. None of this curbed Ruby's behavior, but she did come to have the prettiest handwriting in school.
Not long after my humiliation with Clarence Parker, Ruby was in disgrace yet again and stood at the blackboard scratching out her latest penance while I read about Dorothy's trials in Oz. The teacher was distracted by some argument on the playground. While her back was turned, Ruby drew a caricature of Clay Parker puckered up to kiss a pig he held in his arms; the pig was squirming away with a face of chalky disgust. A balloon over its head read, “I wouldn't kiss ClareDUNCE for Five Dollars!!!!”
I covered my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Ruby shushed me, but her eyes twinkled in fun. When the dismissal bell rang, she walked me home and we talked the whole way about what a fool Clarence Parker was. From that day and forever after we were fast friends, two outcasts united against the world.
That day, as she always did when we went walking, Ruby slowed her pace to mine. That was one of the things I liked about her. Normally, Ruby trotted everywhere, like she was hurrying home to a good meal, but the minute we were together she fell into my pace, meandering next to me as though it were her natural speed. I slipped my hand into hers, and we walked together in perfect rhythm.
When we were far enough away from the house so no one could hear, Ruby started peppering me with questions. “Tell me all about him! What's he like? Is he handsome? I heard he looks like a movie star. Were you scared when you rode in the plane? I would be! What did your mama say when he landed in your yard?”
“Landed in the yard? Ruby, you really are a goose. He landed in the field. I've never even seen his plane, let alone ridden in it. I barely know him at all. He came and had dinner once, but he spent the whole time talking with Papa about crops and engines. I've never even spoken to him.” There was no use trying to explain to her how I really felt. She would insist on details and conversations and facts, things you could only feel with your skin on. I couldn't tell her that sometimes you can know a person inside and out without ever having passed a word between you. How could I explain? A week before I wouldn't have understood myself.
“Well, you're practically famous now.” Ruby nodded sagely. “Everybody says he landed right in your front yard, almost hit the henhouse, and that he's been staying with your family and gave you all rides to pay for his keep. I was coming out of Garland's store yesterday and a bunch of the girls from school practically jumped on me asking me was it true that he was actually sleeping in the room next to you and that he took you flying every night. They were excited, but Mary Kay Munson was pea-green jealous! She said she didn't believe a word, that something like that could never happen to ...”
Ruby blushed, embarrassed to have nearly blurted out whatever ugly name Mary Kay had called me. Poor Ruby. She was in such a rush she didn't always stop to think before she spoke. I pretended not to notice her stammering.
“I just can't stand Mary Kay,” Ruby grumbled. “She thinks she's the queen of Dillon or something.”
“Well, if I were going to be made queen I hope I'd be queen of someplace better than Dillon. What did you tell her?” I enjoyed the idea of the other girls being envious of me. If they were, it was surely a first.
Ruby smiled and opened her eyes wide with innocence. “I told her it was all true, of course.”
“Ruby! You didn't!”
“Yes, I did!” she whispered excitedly, even though there was no one nearby to hear. “I told them he's staying in your house and the walls are so thin between your rooms that when he goes to bed at night you can hear him taking off his clothes and after he's done you hear the sound of water pouring into the basin so he can wash the sweat off his bare skin. I told them that he grabbed you and kissed you out behind the house and asked you to fly away with him, but you said no because you couldn't break your mama and papa's heart like that, but even though you'd probably never see each other again, you'd always love him.”
“Ruby! That's terrible.” I giggled with pleasure. “How could you tell such a lie?”
“Because it sounded so much better than the truth.” She shrugged. “Besides, Mary Kay deserved it for being so nasty. She got so mad thinking about it she stamped her foot and dropped a perfectly good triple-scoop ice cream cone into the dust and ended up stepping on it and falling right on her behind.”
I knew she was making that part up to please me, just like she made up my romance with the mysterious Slim to tease the other girl's imagination, but it was still a funny picture. We both laughed until tears came to our eyes thinking of Mary Kay and her ice cream lying, humiliated and melting in the dirt on Main Street.
When we finally calmed down Ruby looked at me with disappointed eyes. “So, you really never even talked to him? You don't know anything about him?”
“Well, maybe one thing. Everybody calls him Slim, and you're right, he
is
handsome,” I whispered, which started us giggling all over again.
is
handsome,” I whispered, which started us giggling all over again.
And there's a least one grain of truth in your fairy tale,
I thought to myself as I squeezed Ruby's hand.
Though I'll probably never see him again, never talk to him, I will always love him.
I thought to myself as I squeezed Ruby's hand.
Though I'll probably never see him again, never talk to him, I will always love him.
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It was afternoon by the time we joined the small crowd of people, a few waiting to take a ride and many more just standing and watching the excitement. Slim saw me and waved as he helped boost a big backside that turned out to belong to Mr. Miller up into the cockpit. I was so surprised my heart jumped in my chest. Ruby dug her elbow into my ribs and hissed, “Wave back, you ninny! Ha! I thought you said he never even noticed you. I think he likes you. Look how he's smiling at you.”
I could feel heat on my face and arms as I raised my hand shyly to acknowledge him. “Don't be stupid,” I returned sharply. “You know it's nothing like that. He's just being polite, that's all. He ate dinner with us.” Ruby didn't argue with me because she understood what I was really saying, that someone like him would never be more than just polite to someone like me.
We found a comfortable spot on a little knoll and sat rubbing heads of wheat in our hands and chewing on the kernels while Slim and the Jenny, loaded down with five-dollar copilots, landed and took off and landed again. I could have watched forever, the way the wings dipped and sliced through the sky, dancing on an invisible tide. I nearly did watch forever, or at least for hours and hours. Without my realizing it, the afternoon had passed and the crowd began thinning out, heading home to supper. Ruby stirred next to me, “Eva, I've got to go. Shall we catch a ride with someone?”
“No. You go on,” I answered without looking at her, my eyes transfixed by the sapphire miracle soaring overhead. “I'm going to stay a little while longer. I can walk back. It's not far.”
“You sure?” she asked uncertainly as she stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt. “Won't your mama be worried?”
“No. It's hours until dark. You go on. I'll be fine.” And I was. Ruby left reluctantly, but I felt fine and free sitting alone on the hill, a part of the late summer sky, at once warm and cool as a light afternoon wind blew across my face and the folds of my cotton dress while the heat of earth seeped into my body. The silky dance of the plane was even more beautiful silhouetted against a twilight sky, a poem not yet written, at least not by me. When the last rider climbed out of the cockpit, shook hands with Slim, and drove back toward town, it seemed like an instant had passed instead of an afternoon.
I rose to leave too, but Slim came bounding up the hill toward me. “Hey, there! Eva, isn't it? I was hoping you'd come out today.”
“You were?” I asked without a hint of flirtation in my voice. I couldn't quite believe he'd actually remembered my name, let alone been looking for me.
“Yeah. I was wondering if you'd like to go for a ride. I wanted to ask you the other night, but your dad was so interested in talking about flying that I hardly got to say a word to you. And I thought”âhe ducked his head and cleared his throat awkwardly, I could tell he was as unaccustomed to talking with girls as I was to talking with boysâ“Well, I thought maybe you'd like to come for a ride with me. For free, I mean. My treat.” He cleared his throat again and nervously reached up to push the normally disobedient curl off his forehead, forgetting it was tucked securely inside his aviator's cap.
My mind was so full that nothing came out of my mouth. Slim searched my face, and his smile faded a little, “Unless you're afraid. It really is safe, but some people are just scared of the idea. You don'tâ”
“No, it's not that,” I rushed to explain. “Of course it's safe. Anybody can see that. I guess I was so surprised I didn't know what to say. I'd love to go.”
We walked toward the plane without saying a word. My heart was beating so furiously in my chest I was certain the sound of it would drown out any conversation. He reached toward me tentatively, thinking, I suppose, that he'd have to lift me and my crippled leg into the plane, but I stopped him. “Just give me a boost like you did everyone else. I can do it. I like doing things for myself.”
He looked at me seriously as he made his hands into a stair step. “I know what you mean.”
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Watching from the ground, I somehow never thought about being afraid, but now, as the propellor coughs and roars and the body of the plane shimmies, I am afraid, awfully afraid. Feeling my heart pound and almost hearing the blood coursing through my body, I realize that fear, some kinds of fear, are good. It makes me know I am alive in a way nothing else ever has. The plane is light and flimsy, made of wood and wire and cloth, nothing more. Somehow I thought it would be stronger, thicker, like a protecting cocoon. If anything goes wrong and we hit the ground, there is nothing to prevent injury or even death. I still want to go. I know somehow that there is something in the sky I'm meant to find. Maybe you have to risk death to find your life, your true life. I know if I stay on the ground I'll definitely stay alive and things will go on like they always have, but I know too that if I stay on the ground, my future will miss me.
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