I HAD NO IDEA THAT THE FATHER OF EMMA’S BABY was anywhere nearby until we heard the voices of the two McSimmons raised in argument from some other room of the house a minute or two later.
The doors must have been wide open between here and there, because their voices carried as if they were in the next room. I don’t suppose they figured an old fat black woman and a young black former slave were human enough to worry about what they thought. And as for Katie, they had no idea who she was. For all they knew, she might have been what folks later called poor white trash. And from the way the lady spoke to us, I had already seen Katie start to retreat into what I call the old Katie, the way she was before she started to change and get more confident in herself. So the lady might have thought her an idiot too, for all I know. But as the couple argued it was clear they didn’t care what any of us thought and whether we heard what they said.
All of a sudden I realized that they were talking about me!
“I’m just asking if there’s any chance it could be her,” said Mrs. McSimmons in a demanding voice.
Then I heard William’s voice, though deeper and softer, so that it sounded a little muffled.
“… don’t see how … why would she … look like?”
“Ugly … ugly as sin,” said the lady.
“Not likely, then.”
“… want you to make sure … if there’s a chance …”
Then some conversation followed that I couldn’t make out. Even now I don’t know why we didn’t scoot out of there while the two of them were arguing. Telling it like this stretches it out longer than it actually was, and it was happening fast. It’s hard to describe how much a white person could make a black person go weak in the knees way back then. It was such a different world than we know now. So we just kept standing there as the danger crept closer and closer without us knowing it.
Now the lady’s voice again came into hearing.
“… were no illusions. You and I both … purely a marriage of social and political convenience. I know what went on at some plantations, but I would never have agreed had I suspected … heard the rumors … you should have told me … too late now … so you had better take care of it.”
“… no danger of …” said William McSimmons, but I couldn’t hear the last of what he said as the lady’s voice interrupted him.
“… always danger … brat running around with white blood … different world now … times changing … I want no surprises … don’t want my children competing with some bastard coming back making claims … you take care of it … I’ll divorce you and take my money if … just take care of it!”
Their voices stopped. It was clear enough that the lady was furious.
“Josepha, what’s—” I began.
But now Josepha seemed to come to herself.
“Mayme, chil’,” she said urgently, “you gots ter git away from here!”
“But what were they—”
“Now, chil’—else sumfin bad’s gwine happen! Dere’s been talk among da black folk. At first the lady din’t know, but now she do. She muster been listen’n somewheres an’ now dere ain’t no tellin’ what da master might do … an’ she thinks it’s you dat’s caused all her trouble!”
“Thinks who’s me?”
“No one—jes’ some fool nigger girl who din’t hab sense ter keep her dress down, an’ ran away afore da young master could git rid ob what could come back ter haunt him, an’ when the mistress foun’ out, by den dey was dun married an’ she dun threaten fer ter leab him, dat’s what dey’s sayin roun’ ’bout … so go, chil’.—Miss Kathleen,” she said, now turning to Katie, “effen Mayme won’ listen, you gotter go, you’s gotter git outta here. I don’ know where you’s from, but git back dere and take Mayme wiff you. Go, chil’!”
But already heavy boots were descending the stairs. Finally the look in Josepha’s eyes told Katie and me how serious she was, and we made for the door.
William McSimmons ran into the kitchen just as we ran through the opposite door across the room and made for our horses.
Behind us we heard the whack of his hand across Josepha’s face and a cry of pain.
“You meddlesome old fool!” yelled McSimmons. “Who told you to interfere in my affairs?”
“Run, chil’!” Josepha’s voice called out after us.
We sprinted to our horses as fast as we could go, untied them, and quickly mounted. By now we were really frightened. But just the fact that we were running away, I suppose, made us look guilty. And just like a dog will chase you the minute you’re trying to run away from him, when William McSimmons ran out of the kitchen and saw us galloping away, it threw him into an even wilder rage than before.
“Stop them!” he cried to some of his men. “Go after them and get the nigger girl. Don’t let her get away!”
We were hardly out of sight from the house when I looked back and saw three of his men digging their heels into their horses and galloping after us. We tried to outrun them, but it was no use. They caught up with us in less than a minute.
One of them rode alongside me, shouting terrible things at me, then reached over and grabbed my reins to stop me.
“Ride, Katie!” I screamed as I felt my horse slow. “Go home … I’ll meet you there!”
She glanced back with a look of terror on her face to see the men yanking me off my horse.
“Mayme!” she screamed.
“Ride, Katie … ride!” I cried before a vicious slap across my face silenced me.
Tears flooded Katie’s eyes. But there was nothing she could do to help me now.
Once they had me, the men ignored her. In a few more seconds, sobbing and terrified, she galloped out of sight.
Katie rode hard all the way back to Rosewood. She kept looking back, half hoping to see me riding after her, but fearing she would see McSimmons’ men chasing her instead.
By the time she got back to Rosewood, her tears had dried up for a while, but she was worried sick about me. She went inside and started calling out to Aleta and Emma that she was back. She found them in the cellar, where they had gone the minute they heard the sound of her horse riding toward the house.
“Where’s Mayme?” asked Aleta as she climbed up and back into the parlor.
“She’s not here,” said Katie in a trembling voice. She helped Emma and William up from the cellar, then told them what had happened.
“But where was it, Miz Katie?” said Emma. “Why’d dey take her? What was you doin’ someplace where dey’d do dat?”
“It was at the McSimmons plantation, Emma,” Katie replied. “That’s where we went after that man came.”
“Why’d you go dere!”
“We wanted to find out if you and William were safe.”
“Dey don’ know where I am.”
“But we had to find out. That man said …” Katie hesitated, realizing what she had been about to say. “Mayme was afraid that man might have been looking for you.”
“You mean … Mayme did dat for me?”
“Yes, Emma. She cares about you and doesn’t want anything to happen to you. She was worried that William McSimmons might have sent that man to try to find you.”
Emma’s eyes opened wide in fear.
“But don’t worry,” said Katie. “They don’t know you’re with us. And they don’t know where we live anyway. You and William are safe.”
“But then why did they take Mayme?” asked Aleta.
“I don’t know,” answered Katie. “I think there are some bad men there, Aleta, who are looking for Emma. They might think Mayme knows where Emma is since they both ran away from the same plantation.”
“But she won’t tell, will she, Katie?” asked Aleta.
“No, of course not. Mayme would never tell.”
By then it was late in the day, and after sitting for a little while in silence, the three of them seemed to remember all at once that it was my birthday. That made them all the sadder, and finally Aleta started to cry.
Katie took her hand, and pretty soon the three of them were sitting together on the floor of the parlor, holding hands and crying and thinking how alone they all felt without me there with them.
Gradually Katie began to realize that she had to try to be strong for the sake of the other two.
“God,” she said, “please take care of Mayme.”
Then she wiped her tears and stood up.
“Let’s have something to eat,” she said. “It will make us feel better, and if Mayme was here that’s what she would want us to do. Let’s have some more of Mayme’s birthday cake.”
They tried to keep their spirits up, but every five minutes one of them would look out the window to see if I was coming yet and then sigh. But I didn’t come, and evening came and the shadows lengthened and pretty soon night was falling. By then Katie was getting really scared, but she tried not to show it to the other two.
She helped them get ready for bed and then they prayed together.
“What do you think Mayme is doing right now, Katie?” asked Aleta as Katie settled her into her bed.
The question stung Katie to the heart because she was so worried about me.
“I don’t know, Aleta,” she said, trying to smile. “But two things I’m sure of, that she is safe and that she is thinking about us.”