9
After leaving the picture in my room, I followed my nose to the backyard. Somewhere, someone was cooking barbecue, and I aimed to find it. Sure enough, I found Rosebud and Abner Putnam standing beside a giant brick pit next to a grove of pines between the house and barn. Redwood picnic tables stood in a row under the trees. A fifty-gallon drum held ice and cans of soda and beer. Rosebud, with a beer in one hand, turned the sizzling chicken halves with the long fork he had in his other hand.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey yourself. Where's Miss Biggie?"
"Resting in her room. We having barbecue for supper?"
Rosebud cocked his head at me.
"Well, I was just asking. Golly."
"What do it look like we havin'?"
Abner came and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Don't mind him, son. How 'bout getting me a beer." He tossed his empty can in a plastic trash bin.
"Can I have a Big Red?"
"You betcha," Abner said. "Soon as you take this pan in and tell Josefina to fill her up with more mopping sauce."
I got the beer for Abner and headed back toward the house with the empty pan. Then I realized I didn't know where I was going. "Where's the kitchen?"
Abner pointed to a door at the far end of the house half-hidden by a large magnolia tree. I knocked on the door. Someone was singing inside. Suddenly the door opened and a little bitty Mexican lady stood looking at me. She was dressed in a blue Mexican dress with bright embroidery around the neck. "And who are you?" she asked.
I told her who I was. "Abner sent me in for more sauce."
"So, the lazy man can't walk a few steps for more sauce and has to send our guest to do his job. Well, come in, muchachito. How would you like a piece of pie while he waits for the sauce?"
"I better get back. He might need it now."
"Lemonade then?"
"I've got a Big Red waiting for me." I handed her the pan.
"So, the macho man needs you back. Here, then." She took the pan and filled it with good smelling sauce from a pot on the stove. "Careful now, it is very hot."
"I'll see you later," I said from the door.
"You surely will," she said.
I got my Big Red and stood around listening while Rosebud and Abner cooked barbecue and talked.
"Yeah, I've been with Rex since his racing days," Abner said. "I lost me own leg in a wreck at Indy in '53." He raised up his jeans a little and rapped twice on a shiny, pink, plastic shin. "'Course, I couldn't drive any more, so Rex took me on as his crew boss."
"How do you get a cowboy boot on that thing?" I asked.
"It's built right onto my wooden leg," Abner said. He pulled on the boot and it didn't budge. "See here, the thing won't come off for nothin'."
"What'll you do when those boots wear out?" They looked pretty run down to me.
Abner scratched his head and looked up at the sky. "Wellsir, reckon I'll go back to the feller that made this leg and have a new one put on. If I live that long, that is. These here boots got plenty of miles left on 'um.
"Now, like I was saying about old Rex, he designed the very first fiberglass racing helmet. I forget who was the first to test it out. One of them Unsers maybe? Naw, it was before them. Anyway, now all of them guys wear that same helmet. That Rex, he's really something."
"Uh-huh." Rosebud took a long string of sausages out of a red cooler. "Ready to put these on?"
Abner nodded. "Yep, old Rex, he's the best. Nerve like a cougar, don't you know, and smart, too. You ever hear about the car he designed? The Baracuda? Best in its class in its day. Won I don't know how many awards for design excellence."
He went on like that until the sausages were done and the chickens were piled up in a big roaster pan. All Rosebud had to do was throw in an Un-HUH from time to time and sip on his beer.
I was getting hungry. "What time are we eating?"
"Right soon," Abner said. "Here comes Josefina with the fixings now."
As soon as we had the tables all set with tin plates and cups and red paper napkins and the food lined up on a long table made from two sawhorses and a hollow-core door, here came the girls, jogging down from the bunkhouse with Grace Higgins in the lead. Abner took an iron rod and rattled it against a triangle hanging from a tree branch to call the folks down from the big house. Soon we were all seated, Biggie on my right and Monica on my left.
"Where've you been?" I asked Monica.
"I'll tell you later," she said. "Shh, Grace is saying something."
"Everybody, quiet down." She turned to Biggie. "We say some words before meals, words of thanks to Nature and the Universe. Girls!"
The girls all rose to their feet and stretched their arms over their heads. Then they chanted something that I couldn't understand one single word of. It sounded a little like: Ummm-gallawatchitt-hoooooo. They said that three times then sat down and drank something out of half coconut shells before plowing into the food on the table.
I turned to Biggie. "What do you reckon that is?"
She didn't answer, just shook her head as if to say I should keep quiet about it.
The sun was setting red over the trees when we finished eating.
"Red sun at night, sailor's delight," Monica said. "It's gonna be a pretty day tomorrow, Miss Biggie."
"You're right," Biggie said. "How about the three of us taking a little walk while there's still some daylight?"
We walked around the corrals and through the barn, stopping to talk to the horses as they hung their heads over their stalls.
"Maybe I'll ask to have a ride tomorrow," Biggie said. "It's been a long time since I've sat a horse."
"Would you really, Miss Biggie?" Monica said. "I'd give a hundred dollar bill to see that."
"If you had it," I said.
"It was just a figure of speech. J.R., don't you know what a figure of speech is?"
"Yeah, right. Here's the back door." I pulled open the kitchen door and the others followed me in.
Josefina was standing at the sink wiping it out with a clean towel.
"Josefina, this is my grandmother, Biggie, and this is Monica Sontag." I hoped Biggie noticed I remembered my manners.
"Hay, Madre de Dios, and me looking such a mess." Josefina smoothed her salt-and-pepper hair. "Oh well, sit and have some hot chocolate with me. I've just taken Se?or Rex's in to him."
We drank delicious hot chocolate out of Mexican mugs while Biggie asked Josefina questions. She can't help it. It's just Biggie's nature to be as curious as a raccoon in a campground.
"Have you been with Mr. Rex long?"
"Me? Not Mr. Rex. I have been with Miss Laura almost all her life. You see, she was born in Monterrey, Mexico, my hometown. I came to the family when my Laura was a baby after her mother died in an automobile accident. Her father was a busy man and left her raising to me."
"And you've been with her ever since?" Monica's mouth dropped open.
"Oh no, nina. I was only a girl when I came to tend to Laura when she was born. Her parents were Anglos living in Mexico. Her father had cattle ranches and oil interests there." Josefina refilled our cocoa mugs then sat down at the table with us. "She was so beautiful with her golden ringlets and blue eyes. People would stop and stare and want to touch her when I took her out to the market. And charming! Ay, my baby never got into trouble. When she would steal money from her papa's wallet to buy trinkets at the market, her papa would try to be angry with her." She laughed. "But he never could. She would admit her sins in such a sweet and appealing manner that nobody could bear to punish her. And truly, she meant no harm. Most times, with tears in her eyes, she would give the trinkets to some poor child on the streets. She could not bear to see a single person in need. She would say to me, 'Mamá, why do we have so much when they have so little?'" Josefina smiled at the memory. "It hurt her, you see. When my baby reached thirteen, her papa moved with her back to the States. I thought I would die of a broken heart, but I knew he was doing what he must. Soon after, I married. Sadly, I never had any children. Oh, I had a good life in Mexico. But I never forgot my baby, Laura, the child of my heart. No matter that I didn't give birth to her. She is an angel from God!"
"But Laura told us about having a mother and sisters," Biggie said.
"Yes. Her papa remarried a very fine lady who had three girls of her own. It was a blessing. Now my little one had a real family!"
"So how did you two get back together?" Biggie drained her cocoa cup and set it on the table.
Josefina took our mugs and set them in the sink. "We never lost touch, you see. Letters all the time, and once after college she came to see me in Monterrey. I came to her when she decided to open this place. My baby hasn't changed a bit. She still believes she can save the world."
"What do you think about Grace Higgins?" Biggie asked.
"That one? Manflora! She is not of our sort. I cry that my baby trusts her so."
"Well." Biggie stood up. "It's time for bed."
I had the room next door to Biggie, and Monica was next to me with a connecting bathroom. I rapped on her door.
"Where've you been?" she asked, opening the door.
"In the kitchen talking to Josefina."
"Well, you should have been with me. I went to find Misty, and we rode horses."
"In the dark?"
"No, silly." She flopped down on the bed. She was wearing an old tee shirt and big fuzzy slippers. "We rode in the ring. It's lighted. Boy, that Misty can jump! She's promised to teach me someday."
"Yeah, well, I gotta go to bed."
"Okay." She crawled under the covers. "Turn the light out, will you?"
I decided to take a hot bath before bed. I locked the door on Monica's side of the bathroom and started running the tub while I undressed. I was just about to step in when I heard a rap on the bathroom door.
"J.R.," Monica hissed, "come here, quick!"
"I'm undressed," I said.
"Well, get your clothes on. This is good. Hurry!"
I put my clothes back on, unlocked the door, and slipped into her room.
"Shhh." She put her finger to her mouth. "Listen!" She was sitting on the floor with her ear to the wall. "They're having a big fight."
I joined her. "Who is it?" I hissed.
"It's Babe and her husband. Now shut up and listen."
"… always were a slut," I heard. It was Rob Parish.
"Yeah, well being married to a wimp like you would drive any woman to it. You're not a man, you're a goddamn calculator. You've got numbers where your heart ought to be."
"It's called brains, bitch. Something you wouldn't know anything about."
Monica put her hands over her mouth to suppress the giggles.
"I don't need brains, Einstein, I've got looks— and personality."
We heard a crash, like a glass breaking.
"Stop it! Let go, you're hurting me."
"Then sit down and listen. I don't give a damn if you chase after Hamp Caldwell all day long, but I promise you one thing, sister. You are not going to cut me out of my share of the old man's money. And speaking of that, we've got bigger problems than your overblown libido."
"What's that?" Monica whispered.
"Shhh! Listen!"
"Yeah, what?"
"Number one, the way that spacey stepmother of yours is spending the money, that's what. She's going to spend every damn dime on this idiotic fat farm. Number two, in case you hadn't noticed, your papa's now found himself a long-lost grandson. I heard him talking to Polk this afternoon."
"About what?"
"About changing his will, that's what."
"What can we do?"
"Here's the plan…."
Now that they weren't shouting at each other anymore, their voices grew fainter. Monica ran to the bathroom and came back with a glass. She held it against the wall and pressed her ear to it. She shook her head. "Doesn't help," she said. "You want to try?"
I took the glass and listened, but it was no use. They must have moved away from the wall.
"What do you think it means?" I said.
"I think it means you need to tell Miss Biggie about this first thing in the morning. J.R., you could be in danger!"