fever and her eyes glazed and unseeing. The heat, the stench, and the closeness of death made the place so unbearable that I wanted nothing so much as to break away and run from it. Somehow, however, I managed to walk closer to the bed and speak to the girl who lay there.
I really think that I half expected to see Aggie grin again, to hear her call me âKidâ and declare that we were friends. But Aggie was another person that day; she was a part of the dignity of a solemn drama, no longer the phony âqueenâ seated in the center of a mocking circle of her subjects. Aggie was as indifferent to my presence as if Iâd been one of the houseflies crawling along the edge of a spoon that lay on the table beside a bottle of medicine.
I was awed and unsure of what I should do. âIs she going to get well?â I finally whispered to the shadowy woman who stood beside me.
âNo, she ainât a-goinâ to git well. Sheâs a-goinâ to die,â the woman said without emotion.
âIâm sorry,â I said, and Mrs. Kilpin answered in the same dead voice.
âNo, you ainât. You ainât sorry. Nobodyâs sorry that my girlâs a-goinâ to die. Not even her paâs sorry. Nobody.â
I couldnât answer that. âI guess I must go, Mrs. Kilpin,â I said miserably. âI guess Iâll have to go.â
âYes, you go,â she said, and I saw her eyes studying me from head to foot. âThem clothes is too fine for this place. You go âlong.â
I turned toward the bed with agony in my throat. If I could have kept Aggie from dying by ignoring the stench and the ugliness, it would have been such an easy thing to do; it would have been a privilege to put my cheek next to hers and to tell her that yes, I was her friend. But Aggie would not look at me, and her motherâs look held only sullen hatred for me.
âI know that sometimes Iâve been mean to Aggie. Iâm sorry, Mrs. Kilpin; I wish that youâd believe me. Iâm really sorry.â
âI said that youâd best be gittinâ on,â Mrs. Kilpin said, without looking at me. She pointed toward the door.
When I was out of the house, I ran to the cart where Carlotta was waiting. âHurry, Julie,â she said, her doll-like face pink with anticipation. âWeâre going to go north at the corner. The boys just went that way, and I almost know theyâre hiding to surprise us. We wonât even speak to them,â she added, the instincts of the born coquette asserting themselves more strongly by the minute.
âTake me home, Lottie,â I said desperately, as I climbed into the seat beside her. âPlease. Just take me homeâthen you can do whatever you like.â
âDonât be silly, Julie. For goodness sake, was it that bad? I didnât know you liked Aggie so much.â
âWill you take me home?â I asked her once again, my voice sharp because of the tumult inside me.
âNo, I wonât. Your old aunt had to spoil things by making us come up here. My mother didnât say that I had to come and see Aggie, but I just brought you up here because I supposed that Miss Cordelia would have a fit if I didnât. Now, Iâm going to go wherever I please, and I just donât please to take you home.â
It wasnât the first time we had quarreled. Lottie and I were at swordsâ points as often as we were bound together in friendship. And beside the fact that our friendship was not very deep, the day was ghastly hot and beyond the discomfort of heat I was sickened by the glimpse Iâd had of âsomething terribly wrong in this world.â I jumped from the seat into the dusty road.
âGo right ahead,â I told her. âIâll walk.â
âVery well, Miss Trelling,â Carlotta said loftily, and off she drove, her pony and cart, her blonde curls and organdy dress as beautiful as a
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