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ir was long and pulled tightly behind in a ponytail。 Her eyes were pale blue and had a glow to them。 She was tall and as skinny as the rest。 When she stepped into the boat； both Pappy and my father steadied her。 She sat beside me with her baby； and suddenly I was face…to…face with my newest cousin。
〃I'm Luke；〃 I said； though it was an odd time to make introductions。
〃I'm Libby；〃 she said； with a smile that made my heart race。 Her baby was asleep。 He had not grown much since I'd seen him in the window the night he was born。 He was tiny and wrinkled and likely hungry； but Gran was waiting for him。
Rayford Latcher came aboard and sat as far away from me as possible。 He was one of the three who'd beaten me the last time I was on their property。 Percy； the oldest boy and the ringleader of that assault； was hiding on the porch。 Two more children were put into the boat； then Mr。 Latcher jumped in。 〃We'll be back in a few minutes；〃 he said to Mrs。 Latcher and the others still on the porch。 They looked as if they were being left to die。
The rain hit fast； and the winds shifted。 Pappy and my father paddled as hard as they could； but the boat barely moved。 Mr。 Latcher jumped into the water； and for a second he pletely vanished。 Then he found his footing and stood up； covered from the chest down in water。 He grabbed a rope attached to the bow and began pulling us down the road。
The wind kept blowing us into the cotton； so my father crawled out of the boat and began pushing from the rear。 〃Watch for snakes；〃 Mr。 Latcher warned again。 Both men were soaking wet。
〃Percy almost got bit by one；〃 Libby said to me。 〃It floated up on the porch。〃 She was leaning over the baby； trying to keep him dry。
〃What's his name？〃 I asked。
〃Don't have one yet。〃
I'd never heard of such nonsense。 A baby without a name。 Most of the ones born into the Baptist Church had two or three names before they ever got into the world。
〃When's Ricky ing home？〃 she whispered。
〃I don't know。〃
〃Is he okay？〃
〃Yes。〃
She seemed anxious for any news about him； and this made me unfortable。 However； it was not unpleasant sitting next to such a pretty girl who wanted to whisper to me。 Her younger siblings were wild…eyed with the adventure。
As we neared the road； the water became shallow and the boat finally hit mud。 We all scrambled out； and the Latchers were loaded into our truck。 Pappy got behind the wheel。
〃Luke； you stay with me；〃 my father said。 As the truck backed away； Mr。 Latcher and my father turned the boat around and began pushing and pulling it back to the house。 The wind was so strong they had to lean into it。 I rode alone； with my head bowed； trying to stay dry。 The rain came down in cold pellets that grew harder by the minute。
The lake around the house was churning as we drew close。 Mr。 Latcher pulled the boat in again and began yelling instructions to his wife。 A small Latcher was handed down from the porch and almost dropped when a gust of wind hit the boat and knocked it away。 Percy thrust forward a broom handle； which I grabbed to help pull the boat back to the porch。 My father was yelling this and that； and Mr。 Latcher was doing the same。 There were four remaining children； and all of them wanted to board at once。 I helped them in； one at a time。 〃Steady； Luke！〃 my father said a dozen times。
When the children were in the boat； Mrs。 Latcher flung over a burlap sack stuffed with what appeared to be clothing。 I figured it was a collection of their only possessions。 It landed at my feet； and I clutched it as if it had a lot of value。 Next to me was a shoeless little Latcher girl…not a one of them had shoes…with no sleeves on her shirt to cover her arms。 She was freezing； and she clung to my leg as if she might be taken away by the wind。 She had tears in her eyes； but when I looked at her she said； 〃Thank you。〃 Mrs。 Latcher climbed in； stepping among her children； yelling at her husband because he was yelling at her。 With the boat fully loaded and all the Latchers accounted for； we turned around and headed back toward the road。 Those of us on board cowered low to shield our faces from the rain。
My father and Mr。 Latcher labored furiously to push the boat against the wind。 In places they were only knee…deep in water； but within a few steps it would be up to their chests； making it hard for them to get any leverage。 They fought to keep us in the center of the road and out of the cotton。 The return leg of our little voyage was much slower。
Pappy wasn't waiting。 He had not had enough time to drop off the first load and e back for the second。 When we got to the mud； my father tied Mr。 Jeter's johnboat to a fence post； then said； 〃No sense waitin' here。〃 We trudged through more mud and fought the wind and rain until we came to the river。 The Latcher children were terrified of the bridge； and I'd never heard such bawling as we crossed over。 They clung to their parents。 Mr。 Latcher was now carrying the burlap sack。 Halfway over the St。 Francis； I looked down at the planks in front of me and noticed that； like her children； Mrs。 Latcher had no shoes。
When we were safe on our side of the river； we saw Pappy ing to get us。
Gran and my mother were waiting on the back porch； where they had set up a makeshift assembly line of sorts。 They weled the second wave of Latchers and directed them to the far end of the porch； where there was a pile of clothes。 The Latchers stripped down； some concerned about privacy； others not； and got dressed in Chandler hand…me…downs that had been in the family for decades。 Once outfitted in dry； warm clothing； they were ushered into the kitchen； where there was enough food for several meals。 Gran had sausage and country ham。 She'd made two pans of homemade biscuits。 The table was covered with large bowls rilled with every vegetable my mother； had grown in the last six months。
The Latchers packed around the table； all ten of them…the baby was asleep somewhere。 For the most part they were silent； and I couldn't tell if it was because they were ashamed or relieved or just downright hungry。 They passed around the bowls and occasionally said thanks to one another。 My mother and Gran poured tea and made a fuss over them。 I observed them from a doorway。 Pappy and my father were on the front porch； sipping coffee and watching the rain dwindle down。
When the meal was well under way； we drifted to the living room； where Gran had built a fire in the fireplace。 The five of us sat close to it； and for a long time we listened to the Latchers in the kitchen。 Their voices were muted； but their knives and forks rattled away。 They were warm and safe and no longer hungry。 How could people be so poor？
I found it impossible to dislike the Latchers anymore。 They were folks just like us who'd had the misfortune of being born sharecroppers。 It was wrong of me to be scornful。 Besides； I was quite taken with Libby。
I was already hoping that perhaps she liked me。
As we were basking in the satisfaction of our goodness； the baby erupted from somewhere in the house。 Gran jumped to her feet and was gone in a flash。 〃I'll see about him；〃 I heard her say in the kitchen。 〃You finish lunch。〃
I didn't hear a single Latcher move from the table。 That baby had been crying since the night he was born； and they were used to it。
We Chandlers； however； were not。 It cried all the way through what was left of lunch。 Gran walked the floor with it for an hour as my parents and Pappy moved the Latchers into their new acmodations in the loft。 Libby returned with them to check on the baby； who was still bawling。 The rain had stopped； so my mother took it for a walk around the house； but the outdoors did nothing to satisfy it。 I had never heard anything cry so violently without end。
By mid…afternoon we were rattled。 Gran had tried several of her home remedies； mild little concoctions that only made matters worse。 Libby rocked the baby in the swing； with no success。 Gran sang to it as she waltzed around the house； more bawling； even louder； I thought。 My mother walked the floor with it。 Pappy and my father were long gone。 I wanted to run and hide in the silo。
〃Worst case of colic I've ever seen；〃 I heard Gran say。
Later； while Libby was again rocking the baby on the front porch； I heard another conversation。 Seems that when I was a baby I'd had a rough bout with colic。 My mother's mother； my grandmother； who was now dead and who'd lived in town in a painted house； had given me a few bites of vanilla ice cream。 I had immediately stopped crying； and within a few days the colic was gone。
At some point later in my babyhood I'd had another bout。 Gran did not normally keep store…bought ice cream in her freezer。 My parents had loaded me up in the truck and headed for town。 Along the way I'd stopped crying and fallen asleep。 They figured the motion of the moving vehicle had done the trick。
My mother sent me to find my father。 She took the baby from Libby； who was quite anxious to get rid of it； and before long we were heading for the truck。
〃Are we goin' to town？〃 I asked。
〃Yes；〃 my mother said。
〃What about him？〃 my father asked； pointing to the baby。 〃He's supposed to be a secret。〃
My mother had forgotten about that。 If we were spotted in town with a mysterious baby； the gossip would be so thick it would stop traffic。
〃We'll worry about that when we get there；〃 she said； then slammed the door。 〃Let's go。〃
My father cranked the engine and shifted into reverse。 I was in the middle； the baby just inches from my shoulder。 After a brief pause； the baby erupted again。 By the time we got to the river I was ready to pitch the damned thing out the window。
Once over the bridge； though； a curious thing happened。 The baby slowly grew quiet and still。 It closed its mouth and eyes and fell sound asleep。 My mother smiled at my father as if to say； 〃See； I told you so。〃
As we made our way to town； my parents whispered back and forth。 They decided that my mother would get out of the truck down by our church； then hurry to Pop and Pearl's to buy the ice cream。 They worried that Pearl would be suspicious as to why she was buying ice cream； and only ice cream； since we didn't need anything else at the moment； and why exactly my mother was in town on a Wednesday afternoon。 They agreed that Pearl's curiosity could not be satisfied under any circumstances and that it would be somewhat amusing to let her suffer from her own nosiness。 As clever as she was； Pearl would never guess that the ice cream was for an illegitimate baby we were hiding in our truck。
We stopped at our church。 No one was watching so my mother handed the baby to me with strict instructions on how to properly cradle such a creature。 By the time she closed the door； its mouth was wide open； its eyes glowing； its lungs filled with anger。 It wailed twice and nearly scared me to death before my father popped the clutch and we were off again； loose on the streets of Black Oak。 The baby looked at me and stopped crying。
〃Just don't stop；〃 I said to my father。
We drove by the gin； a depressing sight with its lack of activity。 We circled behind the Methodist church and the school； then turned south onto Main Street。 My mother came out of Pop and Pearl's with a small paper bag； and； not surprisingly； Pearl was right behind her； talking away。 They were chatting as we drove past。 My father waved as if nothing were out of the ordinary。
I just knew we were about to get caught with the Latcher baby。 One loud shriek from its mouth and the whole town would learn our secret。
We looped around the gin again； and when we headed toward the church we saw my mother waiting for us。 As we rolled to a stop to get her； the baby's eyes came open。 His lower lip trembled。 He was ready to scream when I thrust him at her and said； 〃Here； take him。〃
I scrambled out of the truck before she could get in。 My quickness surprised them。 〃Where you goin'； Luke？〃 my father demanded。
〃Y'all ride around for a minute。 I need to buy some paint。〃
〃Get in the truck！〃 he said。
The baby cried out； and my mother quickly jumped in。 I ducked behind the truck and ran as fast as I could toward the street。
Behind me I heard another cry； o