Grandma whispered: “I think he’s going to say it.”
We both listened.
We walked back towards the kitchen.
The preacher said: “And now I’d especially like for you to remember a special listener to this program.”
Nathan listened.
We listened.
And then…
“I’d especially like for you to remember little Nathan McClanahan who lives with his mother in Danese, West Virginia. Now Nathan has cerebral palsy and he listens to this program every week. He loves the lord and so I’d like for you to remember him and his five dollar donation. His mother has just recently recovered from surgery.”
Nathan burst out laughing.
He laughed and then he laughed some more.
He kicked and stomped his foot and threw his head all around.
Ruby patted his back and said: “That’s right, Nathan — the preacher said your name on the radio. I told you he would. I told you — since you sent him that five dollars.”
Nathan sat at the table and he didn’t even moan or groan. He sat listening to the rest of the radio preacher with this mischievous look on his face. For a moment I thought to myself that I didn’t know whether he believed or not. He believed in six-packs poured into feeding tubes. I didn’t know whether he believed in heaven and faith and souls flying high into the sky and the good lord above, or if at the end of the day, all he wanted was to just hear his name on the radio.
Then I saw a look in his eyes like he was famous now.
He had a look in his eye like he was just days away from hanging out with movie stars and having sex with supermodels. He was famous now and he wouldn’t ever wear teddy bear sweatshirts anymore. He was best friends with the most famous person in the whole fucking world. He was best friends with God.
So later that night, I rolled him into the living room. He sat and watched the preacher Bennie Hinn on the television. I sat down and watched it with him too. Bennie Hinn had his comb over and he was dressed in a white suit. He brought out this little girl with leg braces on. He asked her how old she was and she told him nine years old.
She was halfway crying, and so Benny Hinn crouched down on a knee and talked to her and he told her she was a beautiful little girl and that the lord loved her and Benny Hinn loved her.
He told her that the lord would come one day and get all of us and we wouldn’t have to worry about these bodies.
So Nathan threw his hands up in the air like he always did, which meant when I die just throw me in the backyard and let the raccoons have me.
He laughed and watched Bennie Hinn start praying overtop of the little girl.
He threw his hands up again, saying ahhhh. That’s right, when I die just throw my body in the backyard.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nathan sitting there.
His head was bowed and he was praying.
And then he was giggling.
He was still giggling later that night when Ruby put him to bed.
I thought, My god, she treats him like a child. He’s an old man, but she’d still breast feed him if she could.
Then I went into the other room and read as Ruby tucked him in.
“Yeah that’s right, Nathan, everybody’s praying for the little girl,” she said.
Nathan held his finger up above his head and wiggled it around because the good lord was coming for us soon and would take away these piece of shit bodies.
“That’s right, Nathan,” Ruby said. “The lord’s coming soon. And he sent little Scott to look over us.”
Then she tucked him in and kissed him goodnight and turned out the light until it was only the black ass country dark surrounding us.
Then he giggled a giggle like he knew something we didn’t know.
He giggled a giggle because we were all a bunch of freaks.
He giggled a giggle because he knew we were the crippled ones.
Then he got a look on his face like he was thinking about something sad. It was like he was thinking about graveyards again.
GRAVEYARDS
I didn’t even want to go to the graveyard, but Ruby told me I had to. She was giving my Uncle Stanley hell about it for weeks until he finally said: “Oh shit, Mother. That old road up there is rough as hell. What are we going to do if I get my truck stuck up?” My Uncle Stanley just lived down the road so he always had to take us places.
But she kept going on and on about it, saying: “Oh lordie, I’d like to go to the cemetery. I don’t know when I’ll get back up there.”
She told us there was a grave up there she wanted to put flowers on.
There was a grave up there she needed to see before she died.
My Uncle Stanley finally gave in. He picked up some plastic flowers from the dollar store and drove her up to the graveyard in his truck. He drove down into Prince and we listened to the radio—99.5 The Big Dawg in country. Lord have mercy, baby’s got her blue jeans on.
We drove through the places where Ruby had given birth to babies in shacks that no longer stood, and where my grandfather sold moonshine. We gunned it up Backus Mountain with my Uncle Nathan, sitting in the back of the truck trying to hang on with his palsy legs. Then we finally pulled up the hill and into the Goddard graveyard.
Stanley stopped the truck and on top of the cow paddy hill we got out.
He said: “Damn it’s bad enough being buried up here, let alone having to come up here when you’re still alive.”
But my grandma wouldn’t listen to him and started walking through the grass. I remembered to watch my step because my Uncle Larry stepped in cow shit one time up here when he was wearing flip flops.
I told Ruby I didn’t like graveyards. She told me it didn’t matter.
Even though I was only 14 years old there was no telling when the angel of death might come to get my ass.
I stepped over a big fossilized cow paddy and then I stepped over another as Uncle Nathan laughed at us from the truck.
Earlier that day she fed me peanut butter fudge she made and told me nothing lasts.
Now we walked past the graves of all the people she knew.
There was Grandmommy Goddard and Daddy Goddard and Great Grandmommy Goddard and Virginia Goddard.
And there was her Aunt Mag Goddard who starved herself to death. Ruby stood in front of the grave and said, “No one knows why. She just locked herself in her room and starved herself to death.”
Then there were other graves and she started walking through them.
She said: “I don’t think they’ve been mowing it very nice out here.”
Then she stopped in front of one.
I asked her if it was her mother.
And Grandma said, “Yeah that’s Mommy. The day of the funeral they tried putting her in the ground facing the west. I just hollered and carried on ’cause she was facing the wrong way for the resurrection.”
Then she was quiet and smiled a gummy grin.
Then she walked on.
“Oh look at all the little graves,” she said, walking past the grave of her uncle.
She turned to it and said, “They had to bury him on his stomach. He always said he never could sleep on his back. So he had them bury him on his stomach.”
Then she said she never could sleep on her back either.
She had me pull away some tall grass from the graves.
She said that it seemed like all there was to do anymore was die. That’s all people did in this day and age. She said she couldn’t even get the ambulance to pick her up anymore when she needed them. Of course, I knew that they stopped coming because she called everyday claiming she was dying. When they got her into the ambulance, it seemed like she was always feeling better and just needed them to take her down to Roger’s and get a gallon of milk. Finally one of the ambulance people told her: “Now Miss Ruby, you call us when you’re having an emergency, not just when Nathan runs out of 7UP. The tax payers can’t be paying for your trips to get Nathan’s 7UP.”