The Bean Trees
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"How's that youngun of yours?" Mama wanted to know. She never failed to ask.
"She's fine. She's asleep in the car right now or I'd put her on to say hi. Or peas and carrots, more likely. You never know what she's going to say."
"Well, she comes by that honest."
"Don't say that, Mama. That means it proves a baby's not a bastard. If it acts like you, it proves it's legitimate."
"I never thought about it that way."
"It's okay. I guess I'm just sensitive, you know, since she's not blood kin."
"I don't think blood's the only way kids come by things honest. Not even the main way. It's what you tell them, Taylor. If a person is bad, say, then it makes them feel better to tell their kids that they're even worse. And then that's just exactly what they'll grow up to be. You remember those Hardbines?"
"Yeah. Newt. I especially remember Newt."
"That boy never had a chance. He was just doing his best to be what everybody in Pittman said he was."
"Mama, you were always so good to me. I've been meaning to tell you that. You acted like I'd hung up the moon. Sometimes I couldn't believe you thought I was that good."
"But most of the time you believed it."
"Yeah. I guess most of the time I thought you were right."
The operator came on and asked for more money. My pile of change was thinning out. "We're just about done," I told her, but she said this was for the minutes that we'd already talked. I was out of quarters and had to use a whole slew of nickels.
"Guess what?" I said to Mama after the coins had dropped. "Here's the big news, Turtle's my real daughter. I adopted her."
"Did you? Now aren't you smart. How'd you do that?"
"Kind of by hook or crook. I'll tell you about it in a letter, it's too complicated for long distance. But it's all legal. I've got the papers to prove it."
"Lord have mercy. Married and a legal grandma all in the same summer. I can't wait to see her."
"We'll get back there one of these days," I said. "Not this trip, but we will. I promise."
"You better watch out, one of these days me and old Harland might just up and head for Arizona."
"I wish you would."
Neither of us wanted to hang up. We both said, "Bye," about three times.
"Mama," I said, "this is the last one. I'm hanging up now, okay? Bye. And say hi to Harland for me too, okay? Tell him I said be good to you or I'll come whip his butt."
"I'll tell him."
Turtle and I had a whole afternoon to kill in Oklahoma City while we waited for some paperwork on the adoption to clear. After her nap she was raring to go. She talked up a storm, and wanted to play with Esperanza's medallion. I let her look at it in the side-view mirror.
"You have to keep it on," I told her. "That's St. Christopher, the guardian saint of refugees. I think you'd count. You're about as tempest-tossed as they come."
A tempest was a bad storm where things got banged around a lot. "Tempest-tossed" was from the poem on the Statue of Liberty that started out, "Give me your tired, your poor." Estevan could recite the whole poem. Considering how America had treated his kind, he must have thought this was the biggest joke ever to be carved in giant letters on stone.
I tried not to think about Estevan, but after a while decided it felt better to think about him than not to. And Turtle was good company. We cruised around in Mattie's Lincoln, a couple of free-wheeling females out on the town. Her favorite part was driving over the speed bumps at the Burger King.
During this time we had what I consider our second real conversation, the first having taken place at the foot of a pine tree at Lake o' the Cherokees. It went something like this:
"What do you want to do?"
"Okay."
"Are you hungry?"
"No."
"Well, where should we go, do you think? Anything in particular you want to see, as long as we're here in the big city?"
"Ma Woo-Ahn."
"Lou Ann's at home. We'll see her when we get home. And Edna and Virgie and Dwayne Ray and everybody."
"Waneway?"
"That's right."
"Ma Woo-Ahn?"
"That's right. Only let me tell you something. Starting right now, you've only got one Ma in the whole world. You know who that is?"
"She's fine. She's asleep in the car right now or I'd put her on to say hi. Or peas and carrots, more likely. You never know what she's going to say."
"Well, she comes by that honest."
"Don't say that, Mama. That means it proves a baby's not a bastard. If it acts like you, it proves it's legitimate."
"I never thought about it that way."
"It's okay. I guess I'm just sensitive, you know, since she's not blood kin."
"I don't think blood's the only way kids come by things honest. Not even the main way. It's what you tell them, Taylor. If a person is bad, say, then it makes them feel better to tell their kids that they're even worse. And then that's just exactly what they'll grow up to be. You remember those Hardbines?"
"Yeah. Newt. I especially remember Newt."
"That boy never had a chance. He was just doing his best to be what everybody in Pittman said he was."
"Mama, you were always so good to me. I've been meaning to tell you that. You acted like I'd hung up the moon. Sometimes I couldn't believe you thought I was that good."
"But most of the time you believed it."
"Yeah. I guess most of the time I thought you were right."
The operator came on and asked for more money. My pile of change was thinning out. "We're just about done," I told her, but she said this was for the minutes that we'd already talked. I was out of quarters and had to use a whole slew of nickels.
"Guess what?" I said to Mama after the coins had dropped. "Here's the big news, Turtle's my real daughter. I adopted her."
"Did you? Now aren't you smart. How'd you do that?"
"Kind of by hook or crook. I'll tell you about it in a letter, it's too complicated for long distance. But it's all legal. I've got the papers to prove it."
"Lord have mercy. Married and a legal grandma all in the same summer. I can't wait to see her."
"We'll get back there one of these days," I said. "Not this trip, but we will. I promise."
"You better watch out, one of these days me and old Harland might just up and head for Arizona."
"I wish you would."
Neither of us wanted to hang up. We both said, "Bye," about three times.
"Mama," I said, "this is the last one. I'm hanging up now, okay? Bye. And say hi to Harland for me too, okay? Tell him I said be good to you or I'll come whip his butt."
"I'll tell him."
Turtle and I had a whole afternoon to kill in Oklahoma City while we waited for some paperwork on the adoption to clear. After her nap she was raring to go. She talked up a storm, and wanted to play with Esperanza's medallion. I let her look at it in the side-view mirror.
"You have to keep it on," I told her. "That's St. Christopher, the guardian saint of refugees. I think you'd count. You're about as tempest-tossed as they come."
A tempest was a bad storm where things got banged around a lot. "Tempest-tossed" was from the poem on the Statue of Liberty that started out, "Give me your tired, your poor." Estevan could recite the whole poem. Considering how America had treated his kind, he must have thought this was the biggest joke ever to be carved in giant letters on stone.
I tried not to think about Estevan, but after a while decided it felt better to think about him than not to. And Turtle was good company. We cruised around in Mattie's Lincoln, a couple of free-wheeling females out on the town. Her favorite part was driving over the speed bumps at the Burger King.
During this time we had what I consider our second real conversation, the first having taken place at the foot of a pine tree at Lake o' the Cherokees. It went something like this:
"What do you want to do?"
"Okay."
"Are you hungry?"
"No."
"Well, where should we go, do you think? Anything in particular you want to see, as long as we're here in the big city?"
"Ma Woo-Ahn."
"Lou Ann's at home. We'll see her when we get home. And Edna and Virgie and Dwayne Ray and everybody."
"Waneway?"
"That's right."
"Ma Woo-Ahn?"
"That's right. Only let me tell you something. Starting right now, you've only got one Ma in the whole world. You know who that is?"
