“Well, they tried to keep it quiet, but people do like a good scandal.”
“They sure like a good one around here.”
“So she drowned, you know, and Miss Vera took over the baby and raised that little girl to be her helper, to replace the mother. And that’s who Mary is. And I, for one, cannot believe that the people who watch out for children allowed it.”
“What people who watch out for children?”
“I don’t know. I just can’t believe it’s legal for a child to be born into slavery in this day and age.”
“You don’t mean slavery.”
“I know exactly what I mean, Mr. Thomas. We all sat here in this house watching it come to pass, and we asked ourselves why nobody put a stop to it.”
“Why didn’t you put a stop to it?”
“I’m a cook, Mr. Thomas. I’m not a police officer. And what do you do? No, I’m sure I know. You live here, so of course you’re a fisherman.”
“Yes.”
“You make good money?”
“Good enough.”
“Good enough for what?”
“Good enough for around here.”
“Is your job dangerous?”
“Not too bad.”
“Would you like a real drink?”
“I sure would.”
Edith the cook went to a cabinet, moved around some bottles, and came back with a silver flask. She poured amber liquid from it into two clean coffee cups. She gave one to Stan. “You’re not a drunk, are you?” she asked.
“Are you?”
“Very funny, with my workload. Very funny.” Edith stared at Stan Thomas narrowly. “And you never married anyone from around here?”
“I never married anyone from around anywhere,” Stan said, and he laughed.
“You seem good-natured. Everything’s a big joke. How long have you been courting Mary?”
“Nobody’s courting anybody, ma’am.”
“How long have you been interested in Mary?”
“I only met her this week. I guess this is a bigger deal than I thought. I think she’s a nice girl.”
“She is a nice girl. But don’t they have nice girls right here on your island?”
“Hey, now take it easy.”
“Well, I think it’s unusual that you’re not married. How old are you?”
“I’m in my twenties. My late twenties.” Stan Thomas was twenty-five.
“A good-looking, good-natured man like you with a good business? Who isn’t a drunk? And not married yet? My understanding is that people marry young around here, especially the fishermen.”
“Maybe nobody around here likes me.”
“Smart mouth. Maybe you have bigger ambitions.”
“Listen, all I did was drive Mary around to do some errands.”
“Do you want to see her again? Is that your idea?”
“I was thinking about it.”
“She’s almost thirty years old, you know.”
“I think she looks swell.”
“And she is an Ellis—legally an Ellis—but she doesn’t have any money, so don’t go getting any ideas about that. They’ll never give her a dime except to keep her dressed and fed.”
“I don’t know what kind of ideas you think I have.”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
“Well, I can see you’re trying to figure something out. I can see that pretty clear.”
“She doesn’t have a mother, Mr. Thomas. She is considered important around this house because Miss Vera needs her, but nobody in this house looks out for Mary. She’s a young woman without a mother to watch over her, and I’m trying to find out your intentions.”
“Well, you don’t talk like a mother. All respect to you, ma’am, but you talk like a father.”
This pleased Edith. “She doesn’t have one of those, either.”
“That’s a tough break.”
“How do you think you’ll go about seeing her, Mr. Thomas?”
“I think I’ll pick her up and take her for a drive sometimes.”
“Will you?”
“What do you make of that?”
“It’s none of my business.”
Stan Thomas laughed right out loud. “Oh, I’ll bet you can make just about anything your business, ma’am.”
“Very funny,” she said. She took another swig of hooch. “Everything’s a big joke with you. Mary’s leaving in a few weeks, you know. And she won’t be back until next June.”
“Then I’ll have to pick her up and take her for a drive every day, I guess.”
Stan Thomas treated Edith to his biggest smile, which was most winning.
Edith pronounced, “You’re in for a heap of trouble. Too bad, because I don’t dislike you, Mr. Thomas.”
“Thank you. I don’t dislike you, either.”
“Don’t you mess up that girl.”
“I don’t plan to mess up anybody,” he said.
Edith evidently thought their conversation was over, so she got back to the beans. Since she did not ask Stan Thomas to leave, he sat there in the kitchen of Ellis House for a while longer, hoping Mary would come back and sit with him. He waited and waited, but Mary