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The Twelve-Mile Straight. Eleanor Henderson
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isbn 9780008158712
Автор произведения Eleanor Henderson
Издательство HarperCollins
As he passed a girl at her machine, she looked up at him. This one was a girl, no bigger than Juke. She wore her yellow hair like a girl’s, in a braid down her back, with a red satin bow hanging limp at the end of it. She wore a calico dress to her chin and a dirty apron and no shoes on her dirty feet. “God bless you,” she said to Juke, and then returned her eyes to her work.
“Thank you kindly,” said Juke, leaning on his broom. Like him, the girl had freckles, and he went near cross-eyed staring at them. “Ain’t you hot in here,” he asked, “standing at that machine all day?”
“Reckon we all hot,” said the girl, not looking up.
“Y’all oughta open the window and let in some air.”
“Daddy won’t let them,” String cut in. “When the breeze comes in it musses up the threads.”
“That so?” said Juke. He took his cap off again and wiped his brow with it. Already he was damp with sweat. “How old are you?” he asked, yelling over the whirr of her machine.
The girl said she was twelve, and though Juke was ten he said he was too. He hadn’t thought to ask the girl her name, but as they pushed their brooms into the weaving room, String told Juke it was Jessa. She’d come to the mill on the train from up near Atlanta, and she had no family but the one she boarded with in the mill village. “And she ain’t no twelve years old,” String said, “no more than we are. Twelve’s the youngest we’re supposed to hire.”
He left only with her name. Jessa, Jessa, Jessa. The sun was setting over the mill village when Juke emerged from the mill. The mill hands, finishing the second shift, were making their way to their porches. Juke didn’t yet know if he loved the mill or hated it. His stomach was empty and he hoped String would ask him to stay for supper but he didn’t. Juke’s eyes adjusted to the dusk, the open air. He’d forgotten the mule, he’d forgotten its name, he’d nearly forgotten his own legs and how to use them. He was both relieved and panicked to see him there—Lefty—like a baby shocked to tears when its mother returns to a room. “Good boy, Lefty. There you are. Did you think I left you, Lefty boy?” There was Lefty, there was the cart, but inside it were only two bags of corn—one, two—and Juke had bought three. That much he knew.
His daddy whipped him good, of course. It was darker than pitch when Juke and Lefty finally returned to the farm, and his daddy came out of the house and hauled Juke down from the mule. Juke tried to explain, but his daddy ripped a branch from the chinaberry tree and right there under it by the light of his lantern switched his behind. Juke’s father was angry about the stolen seed, but he was angrier that Juke had gone to the mill. “That ain’t the place for you,” he said, panting, after Juke was good and whipped. “Ain’t this house enough?” He couldn’t feel his behind but he could feel the wet warmth on his legs and hoped he hadn’t messed himself. He was relieved to see it was blood.
Come August, Juke took Lefty to the mill once more. His sore behind had healed; enough time had passed that he was willing to risk another one. This time he didn’t see String, who was out riding freight cars with his cousins. But he took what he’d come for, a cart full of corn, sickled down from the garden in broad daylight, not near as much corn grown from a sack of seed, but it would have to do. Juke Jesup had a long memory, long as the shadows laid across the Twelve-Mile Straight on the ride home. He closed his eyes, feeling the sun press against his lids, remembering the tremor of the train as it made its way from Macon to Florence, the stolen butterscotch on his tongue, the taste of the city’s sickly sweetness.
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