By Carolyn Chute
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Our photograph window ripples. the photographs of Auntie Paula’s new child and all my cousins of their university outfits swing on their nails. The lamp quivers. My mom seems round. “Christ! What’s that? ... For cryin’ out loud! ” “Ain’t nuthin’,” I says. I swing my legs. Rubie Bean, he’s comin’ so quickly he can be a jet rippin’ into the part of this residence ... should you didn’t recognize. Hissss ... bearing its shadow down on Daddy’s little motor vehicle. i am getting up and glance out at him, Rubie Bean. He’s excessive up at the seat ... I see him via his gummy aspect window. She will get up, incorporates her soda and cigarette to the window. Rubie Bean’s acquired his hat down on his nostril so his mustache comes out of it like a black rag. And the mouth chews on itself. “Jesus Christ,” my mom gasps. Rubie Bean pushes his hat again so he can squint at Daddy’s new signal. Then he strikes them fox-color eyes over to the image window with me and her standin’ in it. He revs the engine so challenging his truck rocks, and the growth in again slices from side to side sturdy because the pendulum of a clock. Then Rubie Bean seems into my mother’s eyes and flattens his mouth at the glass like a plunger. “Holy shit! ” she chirps. I say, “You definite swear much, dontcha? ” Then he pulls the loggin’ truck outta Daddy’s crushed-rock driveway ... leavin’ at the back of him a depraved exhaust ... and parks at the right-of-way dealing with out. all of the little Beans get off the step quickly after they see him comin’. They scramble over fan belts, a shovel, plastic toys. while the steel cellular domestic door slaps in the back of him, I says to my mom, “He’s goin’ ta consume a rat. ” four COMES evening, it’s windy. Leaves and trash from the Beans’ backyard beat opposed to front of our apartment. SHE’S there on Daddy’s mattress, snorin’. The night-light makes its cheese-color glow at the knotty pine partitions. Her pocketbook and white turtleneck sweater are over the chair in addition to Daddy’s outfits. Daddy opens my door. “Earlene? ” He snaps the sunshine swap and the hundred-watt bulb up there involves existence. I conceal my face. He units at the mattress. He’s wearin’ purely long-john bottoms. His hair, frequently combed with water, is ragged fluff. He rubs his face. I says, “What’s goin’ on along with her? ” He says softly, “Sleepin’. ” “She sleeps a lot,” I says. He increases his knee, cups one heel along with his arms. I says, “Ain’t we ever goin’ ta get a tree? ” He closes his eyes. “DADDY! Ain’t we gonna have a good time Christmas? First you are saying no offers. We gonna pass havin’ a tree, too? ” “I can’t think,” he says softly. Opens his eyes. “I’m goin’ loopy. ” I sit up straight. “Me, too,” I says. He seems to be throughout the open doorways at HER at the mattress. “Ain’t you goin’ in there? ” I says. “I been in there,” he says. “Ain’t you goin’ in there back? ” He seems at me, drops his foot to the ground with a thump. “Well,” I sigh. “You ain’t GOTTA cross in there. ” He slumps. i locate his spine with my hands, press it and knead it. He stops breathin’, attracts again his shoulders. I say, “Is all of it correct with Gram you cross in there? ” “Earlene! ” He swings round to examine me. i think my face get sizzling. “But Daddy ...