First Sentence Fridays – Chapter 19
He said, “Will you hold it for me?”
I didn’t think anything about it. I took it, and stood beside the ladder and watched him as he climbed.
Seconds later, Mom yelled out the door, “Donna Lee Davis! (the dreaded three names) What are you doing with that? You give it back to him NOW, and get over here!”
By then he’d gone down the slide, come back around and I handed it to him.
I said, “I got to go.”
He started crying, and said, “I want you to play with me!”
Mom saw his crying as proof she was right; I’d taken his candy. Shoulders drooped, feet dragging, I made my way to her. She was ready, and took me by the arm, and off we went into that odd dance – me running in a circle while she switched my legs. The kid, wide-eyed at this, was no longer crying, mesmerized by the scene.
She finally let me go, and said, “Don’t you ever take anything from anybody! That’s stealing!”
Talk about humiliation. Getting your rear end tore up in front of a younger kid does nothing for your self-esteem. It did no good to try and explain because Mom never wanted to hear “excuses.” She saw what she saw and that was that.
Here’s what happened next. The phone rang and she pointed to the back steps, told me to sit and think about what I’d done. So, I sat and cried my heart out at how unfair it was.
She went in, and through the screen door I heard, “Hello?”
It got really quiet, with a couple, “Oh, oh, I see.”
My brother came and sat by me and after a minute or so, Mom appeared at the back door, and said, “Both of you, get in here.”
I’d already been whipped so, I wasn’t afraid, even though her voice was tight and sounded off. We went in and she handed us a each a quarter.
She said to me, “Don’t let me ever catch you taking anything from anyone! Do you understand?”
I nodded, as I stared down at the coin. She only gave us one to go to the little store down the road for candy, which we did about once a week.
She said, “Go on.”
My brother and I walked down to the little grocery store with the wooden display case of penny candy and picked out a quarters worth. We got flavored wax bottles, bubble gum cigars, candy cigarettes, peanut butter logs, and probably some fireballs.
Back home, Mom and the kid’s mother stood in the yard talking. Mom went back inside after a few minutes, and I shared a piece of candy from my bag with the kid. His mama winked at me. I was pretty sure she was the one who called, the one who explained what really took place. The quarter was because Mom felt guilty.
While Sonny’s mama is a fair-minded individual, there are times she only sees part of what has happened, especially when it comes to Mr. Fowler and Daniel. Sonny gets frustrated, knowing her mama is wrong about various incidents, and decisions made based on only one side rankle her. She decides to take matters into her own hands on more than one occasion. Like one early reviewer has pointed out, Sonny is twelve, and only knows what she wants in that moment. She doesn’t think of consequences.
Who ever does?
I was sure Mr. Fowler would tell Mama he’d seen me and Daniel at the pond, if only to prove his point we were disobedient.