Hattie Big Sky (22 page)

“I would've been sick if you hadn't asked.” She took my hand. “I can't think of worse timing to tell you, but…” Her eyes darted around the room. “I'd give anything to have you stay with us. But this house…” She waved her hands. “Everywhere I turn, there's something that says Mattie. For some folks that might be a comfort. But not for me.”

“What are you saying?”

She pressed her lips tight together, then blew out a breath. “We're going to sell. Move.” She jerked her head toward the window. “Wayne's going to buy our tractor and one of the calves. Karl's picking up an automobile in Wolf Point tomorrow. Brand-new Dodge touring car!” She gave a half smile. “Anything that doesn't fit in, we'll sell at auction.”

I folded my hands across my chest, as if to keep my broken heart from falling clean out of my body. “No!” But even as she spoke the words, I knew this was what they should do. Had to do.

“It's for the best.” Now Perilee's face was wet with tears. “Karl's cousin has a machine shop in Seattle. After Mattie…after everything, Karl wrote and asked if there were any jobs. His cousin wrote right back and told us to come. He's even found us a house to rent.”

“You've known for a while?” I asked. “And you didn't even tell me?”

Perilee looked at her hands. I could barely hear her whispered answer. “I couldn't. Couldn't say good-bye. Not to you.”

I leaned hard against the chair back. “When are you leaving?”

Lottie began to cry from the bedroom. Perilee rose to get her. “Soon,” she said. “Real soon.” She came back carrying Lottie. I held my arms out and took her, cuddling her close, breathing in the sweet baby smell of her. “I've got to make this last,” I said.

Perilee stepped close and wrapped her arm around my waist. “You are my sister of the heart,” she said. “Geography can't change that.”

I leaned in to her. “I know, I know.” But I would've given anything to change the geography separating Seattle from Montana.

         

At the end of the week, Leafie badgered me into going into Wolf Point for the Armistice Day pageant. The whole town had turned out. One of the Ebgard girls dressed up as Victory, a huge flag wrapped around her like a toga. On top of her dark curls she wore a crown bearing the word
Peace.
Traft Martin and the rest of the Dawson County Council of Defense led the crowd in patriotic songs. I couldn't help think about how, a short time ago, Mr. Ebgard had been seen by some as a traitor. But he had been successful in lobbying for federal aid for farmers so that they could buy spring seed. That was a sight more than any of Traft's crew had done.

Leafie nudged me. “Look at that!”

Rooster Jim came roaring up on his motorcycle, flags flying everywhere. There was even one stuck in his battered hat.

Leafie slipped her arm through mine. “Let me buy you a cold drink.”

We walked toward the O.K. Café.

“So, the sale is all settled?” Leafie asked. She sipped her cherry phosphate.

I nodded. “The papers were signed yesterday.” I twirled my straw through my chocolate soda.

“It won't be the same around here.” Leafie pushed her glass away.

I couldn't answer. If I'd tried, I would've broken down for certain.

“Go see them in Seattle. That'd be a nice adventure for a young girl.” Leafie fished in her pocketbook for some coins to pay for our drinks. She made a great show of it, but I knew she was giving me time to pull myself together. “There we are. Thirty-five cents. Just right.” She laid the coins on the counter.

Leafie finding the correct change was the only thing that was “just right” about life right now.

Back home again, I went through my things to find the perfect going-away presents for Perilee and her family. Not that I had much to give but, after some last-minute quilting, I was satisfied.

         

The gifts in a basket over my arm, I stood at the bottom of Perilee's steps.

“I believe there's something in here for you,” I teased Chase. “Maybe an apron or frilly handkerchief?” Tentatively, he took the proffered package.

He tore off the wrapper. “Oh! Your books!” He cradled my Stevensons to his chest. “This will keep me company the whole way to Seattle. Thanks, Hattie. Thank you.” He patted the books. “I hear there's not just one library in Seattle, but three. Won't that be something?”

“Looks like you got your wish,” I said. “The one you made the day of the big storm.” I reached out to shake his hand. After all, he was now a young man of nine. But he slipped in close and gave me a hug. I hugged back. Hard.

I handed a small packet to Perilee. “For the girls, when they're a bit older.” Inside, I'd wrapped my mother's tortoiseshell combs, one for Fern and one for Lottie.

“They'll treasure these, you can be sure.” Perilee placed them in her pocketbook.

“Karl, this isn't much, but I hope you enjoy it.”

Karl smiled when he opened his package. “
Danke.
Thank you, Hattie.” I figured he could use Uncle Chester's Zane Grey collection to help him learn to read English.

“Sugar, this is too much.” Perilee shook her head.

“Wait a second.” I pulled out one more package. “There's something in here for you.”

Perilee tore off the brown paper. Her eyes lit up like starbursts when she saw what was inside. “Your quilt!” She stroked the fabric.

“A brand-new pattern.” I blinked back tears. “Mattie's Magic.”

She studied each and every inch of it. I didn't mind the scrutiny; this was my best effort. Every stitch was tiny and true. The center of each block was a square of chambray, for Montana's never-ending sky. That square was bordered with sawtoothed triangles, forming smaller squares. There I'd used some of the brown gingham to capture this broad prairie. Opposite each brown triangle was a splash of color, something that reminded me of our little magpie, all bright and full of life.

“Why, here's your dancing dress.” Perilee smoothed her fingers over the quilt top. “And Chester's work shirt, and that calico I gave you.” She opened her mouth as if to say something else, then crumpled the quilt close to her heart and rocked in place for a moment.

Karl sounded the horn on their new automobile. “Time to go!” he called.

Perilee stepped toward the car. I threw my arms around her and hugged for all I was worth. She stroked my back for a while, then gently pushed me away.

“Hon, when someone's a true friend, there's no need to miss 'em.” She patted her chest. “'Cause they're always right here.”

We both wiped our eyes.

“You'll come,” said Karl. It was more order than invitation.

“Yes, sir!” I laughed.

“I'll drive him crazy if you don't,” said Perilee. “You might even find a good job out there. You know there'll always be room for you with us.”

“Maybe after the new year,” I said. I had wrestled and wrestled with this. Something kept me from saying yes to going with them. Something unfinished that I couldn't name.

“No piecrust promises, now.” She shook her finger at me.

“No, ma'am.” I hugged her again. “Perilee—”

“I know. I know.” Perilee took Lottie from Karl, grabbed Fern's hand, then closed her eyes briefly. I wondered if she was thinking of a sweet little magpie then; I was.

She straightened her shoulders. “Karl's going to leave without me,” she said. She climbed in and closed the door, and off they drove, without one backward glance.

         

I packed my things in Uncle Chester's trunk. Thanks to the auction and the things I was leaving behind, most of my belongings—except what was left of my books—fit inside. I closed the lid with a satisfying whump and did up the latches and straps. Rooster Jim had offered to cart it to the train station in Wolf Point for me. I'd answered an ad, after all, and would be starting in two weeks as a chambermaid at Brown's Rooming House in Great Falls. I had to laugh. Here I was heading off to the very same kind of job I'd left Iowa to avoid. The Lord certainly does move in mysterious ways. This time I was thankful for the job. In six months I'd have my debts paid off and could make a fresh start. I didn't know yet where that would be.

Uncle Holt sent me money for the train fare.
It's enough to come east again,
he'd written,
but I suspect your future is not here in Arlington. Use this to head as far west as you care to go. I am thankful the ocean will stop you from traveling too far from us.

When Jim came for my trunk, he also brought my mail. There were three letters from Charlie. I read each one slowly. I didn't realize until I was finished with the last letter that I'd been holding my breath.

Looks like I made it. There are far too many that weren't so lucky. I ship out in a few weeks. Uncle Sam's been good enough to let me save up a few bucks. Thought I might come see what's so great about that sky you're always bragging on. Write me in care of Mother's to let me know if you are up for a visitor.

Your Charlie

P.S. Mildred Powell got herself engaged to Frank Little. Mother hesitated to write me of it, for fear a broken heart might lead me to some front-line heroics. I don't know why everyone thought I was sweet on her. Anyone with two eyes could tell I was sweet on a southpaw pitcher with big dreams. Is she sweet on me?

I picked up a pen to answer Charlie's letter.

         
CHAPTER 23         

December 12, 1918

Dear Charlie,

When you get to Wolf Point, stop in and see Mr. Ebgard. He has offered to drive you down to that spot I wrote you from so often—three miles north and west of Vida, Montana. He has the most stylish new Luverne automobile, so I would accept his offer if I were you. I wish you could've seen my acres in the spring, all green fuzz creeping along the prairie, or in late summer, when the flax turned the fields deep sea blue.

Maybe, just maybe, if you stand on the steps of my home—if Traft hasn't carted it away so that his Tipped M cows can run free—you will catch loose memories on the breeze. Listen—do you hear Chase rescuing me from the pump handle? Mattie scolding Mulie for tearing her new dress? Leafie nursing this neighbor or that? Do you hear Rose and June cackling in Rooster Jim's yard? Perilee's angel voice soaring above the mishmash of voices at the Vida church? It won't take you long, standing there, to understand what I mean about that sky, the endless and aloof Montana sky.

I have to laugh at myself, already looking at that time through rose-colored glasses. Don't think I could ever forget the smutchy odor of a burned barn, or the vinegary scent of fear of folks born in the wrong country, or the achingly clean perfume of paraffin-dipped crepe paper flowers. The blessing is that these heartbreaks are but a few of the patches in my prairie year quilt.

You asked me an important question. One I can't answer yet. Perhaps you could step off the train at Great Falls. I can't say that I'd be disappointed to have dinner together. That would be nice. My only plans now are to work at Brown's until my debts are repaid. Though I should feel a total failure, my time on the prairie has branded this hope on my heart: next year it will be better.

My new job didn't allow pets, but there were no complaints from Mr. Whiskers about that. He'd made it clear he was in Vida to stay. At least one of us had found a home. And Leafie was pleased as punch for the company.

“It's going to be lonely around here, what with both you and Perilee gone.” She shook her head. “I'll be able to slice up the quiet and serve it on toast!”

I handed over Mr. Whiskers' travel case. “Not that he'll need it anymore,” I said. “But he likes to curl up in it once in a while on a cold night.” I tried not to think about all the nights he'd kept me warm.

Rooster Jim welcomed Albert, June, and Rose back to the fold. Martha had quit laying; she'd been the main dish at my farewell party. Though I'd auctioned off most everything else, I gave Plug to Elmer Ren Jr.

         

I didn't want anyone to see me off at the station. I'd arrived alone and wanted to leave that way. Settling myself on the train seat, I couldn't help but smile. My traveling companions could've passed for the twins of those with whom I'd ridden out to Montana. Now, the rough ways and clothes seemed cozy and familiar. And, I had to admit, that fat man had been right. There was too much promised of eastern Montana. She gave all she could, but she couldn't support so many homesteaders. Honyockers! That's what he'd called us, and that's what we were.

The train left the station with a jolt. A letter crinkled in my skirt pocket. I'd nearly memorized it.
The Boeing Airplane Company is looking for mechanics, and I happen to know a good one—me!
Charlie had written.
Maybe we will both end up in Seattle.

I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. So much had happened in one year's time! Now here I was, headed to Great Falls. What next, I didn't know. I wanted to keep writing. Perilee's last letter had noted that there was already one woman reporter at the
Seattle Times
newspaper. Maybe there was room for two.

The train lurched over a patch of rough tracks, jarring me out of my woolgathering. Outside, the blue Montana sky stretched forever. Come to think of it, Montana had kept her promise. I
did
find a home in my year on the prairie. I found one in my own skin. And in the hearts of the people I met.

Leafie had been amazed at all that I packed up to take with me. “Do you need
all
them books?” she'd asked. But there was one thing I'd left behind: Hattie Here-and-There. I wasn't going to miss her. Not one bit.

I settled myself in and faced west.