and stuck them in the band of his hat.
âIt wonât do to talk too much about your business,â he said.
We took the road to Port William, and stopped at the grocery store. Uncle Burley bought a sack of Bull Durham and a box of snuff, and a candy bar for me. We went on through town toward the house where Kate Helen and her mother lived.
There were a lot of cars parked at the church, where Mrs. Crandelâs funeral was being held; and when we went past the graveyard we saw the fresh dirt mounded beside her grave.
Uncle Burley pointed to the angel on top of the Coulter monument. âChairman of the welcoming committee,â he said.
âUncle Burley,â I said, âdo you think Mrs. Crandel was good enough to get to Heaven?â
âBeats me. Itâs hard to tell what happens after they get them planted.â
âPlanted?â I said.
âPlanted in the skull orchard.â
That was odd to think about. It sounded as if peopleâs bodies were like seeds and could grow up into trees after they were dead, and maybe those trees had skulls on them instead of apples or pears.
I thought how my mother was dead. But I didnât think of her growing up into a tree. Her body had to stay in the ground, but her soul was in Heaven because sheâd been good. Grandma said she was happy up there with the angels. I thought it would be a bad thing to be dead anyway. I figured it was probably darker there than it was on Earth. And maybe she missed Brother and me.
I said, âUncle Burley, thereâs not any way to find out how many times theyâve got your name in that book, is there?â
âI reckon not.â Then he pointed his finger down the road. âWell, boy, if thereâs not the prettiest little walnut tree you ever saw.â
I looked, and it was, sure enough.
When we got down to Kate Helenâs house, old Mrs. Branch was sitting on the porch. The shadow of the roof had moved until it ran in a straight line down the middle of her face.
Uncle Burley tipped his hat to her and said, âGood evening, Mrs. Branch.â
She squinted the eye that was in the sun and looked at us. âHowdy,â she said. âIs that you, Burley?â
âYes mam,â Uncle Burley said. He asked her how her rheumatism was.
âWell, itâs summer now and itâs better. But before long itâll be winter again and the coldâll cripple me. I just live from one summer to the next one.â She laughed as if sheâd told a joke.
Uncle Burley laughed a little too, and said that she looked mighty spry to him. He took the box of snuff out of his pocket and handed it to her. âThought you might be needing some.â
She said it was good of Uncle Burley to be so thoughtful of an old woman.
âWe thought weâd come over to see the baby,â Uncle Burley said.
âKate Helenâs yonder in the bed,â Mrs. Branch told him. âYou all go right in.â
Uncle Burley took his hat off when we went through the door and said, âWell, hello there, Kate Helen.â
She smiled and held the baby up so we could look at it.
âWell, Iâll be dogged,â Uncle Burley said. âItâs a boy, ainât it, Kate Helen?â
She said yes, it was a boy. Uncle Burley wanted to know what his name was, and she said it was Daniel.
âThatâs a fine name.â Uncle Burley laid his hat on the foot of the bed. Kate Helen let him hold the baby and he sat down with it in a rocking chair.
âWell, Iâll declare,â he said. âIf thatâs not a fine-looking baby.â
The baby stuck one of its fists up in the air and started crying. But Uncle Burley rocked it a little and whistled to it, and it settled down and went back to sleep.
Uncle Burley looked at Kate Helen and looked at the baby again and said, âWell, Iâll be switched.â
He motioned for me to come and look too. And I did.
âNow
Patricia Mason, Joann Baker