"Where the hell have you been?" I says. "Riding around where the wenches could see you?"
"I come straight as I could," he says. "I had to drive clean around the square, wid all dem wagons."
I never found a nigger yet that didn't have an airtight alibi for whatever he did. But just turn one loose in a car and he's bound to show off. I got in and went on around the square. I caught a glimpse of Earl in the door across the square.
I went straight to the kitchen and told Dilsey to hurry up with dinner.
"Quentin aint come yit," she says.
"What of that?" I says. "You'll be telling me next that Luster's not quite ready to eat yet. Quentin knows when meals are served in this house. Hurry up with it, now."
Mother was in her room. I gave her the letter. She opened it and took the check out and sat holding it in her hand. I went and got the shovel from the corner and gave her a match. "Come on," I says. "Get it over with. You'll be crying in a minute."
She took the match, but she didn't strike it. She sat there, looking at the check. Just like I said it would be.
"I hate to do it," she says. "To increase your burden by adding Quentin…."
"I guess we'll get along," I says. "Come on. Get it over with."
But she just sat there, holding the check.
"This one is on a different bank," she says. "They have been on an Indianapolis bank."
"Yes," I says. "Women are allowed to do that too."
"Do what?" she says.
"Keep money in two different banks," I says.
"Oh," she says. She looked at the check a while. "I'm glad to know she's so … she has so much…. God sees that I am doing right," she says.
"Come on," I says. "Finish it. Get the fun over."
"Fun?" she says. "When I think--"
"I thought you were burning this two hundred dollars a month for fun," I says. "Come on, now. Want me to strike the match?"
"I could bring myself to accept them," she says. "For my children's sake. I have no pride."
"You'd never be satisfied," I says. "You know you wouldn't. You've settled that once, let it stay settled. We can get along."
"I leave everything to you," she says. "But sometimes I become afraid that in doing this I am depriving you all of what is rightfully yours. Perhaps I shall be punished for it. If you want me to, I will smother my pride and accept them."
"What would be the good in beginning now, when you've been destroying them for fifteen years?" I says. "If you keep on doing it, you have lost nothing, but if you'd begin to take them now, you'll have lost fifty thousand dollars. We've got along so far, haven't we?" I says. "I haven't seen you in the poorhouse yet."
"Yes," she says. "We Bascombs need nobody's charity. Certainly not that of a fallen woman."
She struck the match and lit the check and put it in the shovel, and then the envelope, and watched them burn.
"You dont know what it is," she says. "Thank God you will never know what a mother feels."
"There are lots of women in this world no better than her," I says.
"But they are not my daughters," she says. "It's not myself," she says. "I'd gladly take her back, sins and all, because she is my flesh and blood. It's for Quentin's sake."
Well, I could have said it wasn't much chance of anybody hurting Quentin much, but like I say I dont expect much but I do want to eat and sleep without a couple of women squabbling and crying in the house.
"And yours," she says. "I know how you feel toward her."
"Let her come back," I says, "far as I'm concerned."
"No," she says. "I owe that to your father's memory."
"When he was trying all the time to persuade you to let her come home when Herbert threw her out?" I says.
"You dont understand," she says. "I know you dont intend to make it more difficult for me. But it's my place to suffer for my children," she says. "I can bear it."
"Seems to me you go to a lot of unnecessary trouble doing it," I says. The paper burned out. I carried it to the grate and put it in. "It just seems a shame to me to burn up good money," I says.
"Let me never see the day when my children will have to accept that, the wages of sin," she says. "I'd rather see even you dead in your coffin first."
"Have it your way," I says. "Are we going to have dinner soon?" I says. "Because if we're not, I'll have to go on back. We're pretty busy today." She got up. "I've told her once," I says. "It seems she's waiting on Quentin or Luster or somebody. Here, I'll call her. Wait." But she went to the head of the stairs and called.
"Quentin aint come yit," Dilsey says.
"Well, I'll have to get on back," I says. "I can get a sandwich downtown. I dont want to interfere with Dilsey's arrangements," I says. Well, that got her started again, with Dilsey hobbling and mumbling back and forth, saying,
"All right, all right, Ise puttin hit on fast as I kin."
"I try to please you all," Mother says. "I try to make things as easy for you as I can."
"I'm not complaining, am I?" I says. "Have I said a word except I had to go back to work?"
"I know," she says. "I know you haven't had the chance the others had, that you've had to bury yourself in a little country store. I wanted you to get ahead. I knew your father would never realise that you were the only one who had any business sense, and then when everything else failed I believed that when she married, and Herbert … after his promise--"
"Well, he was probably lying too," I says. "He may not have even had a bank. And if he had, I dont reckon he'd have to come all the way to Mississippi to get a man for it."
We ate a while. I could hear Ben in the kitchen, where Luster was feeding him. Like I say, if we've got to feed another mouth and she wont take that money, why not send him down to Jackson. He'll be happier there, with people like him. I says God knows there's little enough room for pride in this family, but it dont take much pride to not like to see a thirty year old man playing around the yard with a nigger boy, running up and down the fence and lowing like a cow whenever they play golf over there. I says if they'd sent him to Jackson at first we'd all be better off today. I says, you've done your duty by him; you've done all anybody can expect of you and more than most folks would do, so why not send him there and get that much benefit out of the taxes we pay. Then she says, "I'll be gone soon. I know I'm just a burden to you" and I says "You've been saying that so long that I'm beginning to believe you" only I says you'd better be sure and not let me know you're gone because I'll sure have him on number seventeen that night and I says I think I know a place where they'll take her too and the name of it's not Milk street and Honey avenue either. Then she begun to cry and I says All right all right I have as much pride about my kinfolks as anybody even if I dont always know where they come from.
We ate for a while. Mother sent Dilsey to the front to look for Quentin again.
"I keep telling you she's not coming to dinner," I says.
"She knows better than that," Mother says. "She knows I dont permit her to run about the streets and not come home at meal time. Did you look good, Dilsey?"
"Dont let her, then," I says.
"What can I do," she says. "You have all of you flouted me. Always."
"If you wouldn't come interfering, I'd make her mind," I says. "It wouldn't take me but about one day to straighten her out."
"You'd be too brutal with her," she says. "You have your Uncle Maury's temper."
That reminded me of the letter. I took it out and handed it to her. "You wont have to open it," I says. "The bank will let you know how much it is this time."