ALETA’S WORDS QUIETED US ALL IN A BIG HURRY! We looked where Aleta was pointing to see a wagon coming from the road into the yard. It was too late to do anything about it. The man rode up in front of us as we stood there soaking wet, watching him approach.
He looked down at us with a curious expression. All of our dresses were dripping water down onto the ground. I can’t imagine what he must have thought to see two white girls and two black girls in such a mess. He stared at me a second, then turned back toward Katie.
“Your mama home, Kathleen?”
“Uh, no … no, she isn’t,” answered Katie, wiping at her hair, which was dripping down all over her face.
“I heard you had some broken windows you wanted me to fix.”
“Oh yes—that’s right. I’ll show you.”
He got down off the wagon and Katie led him toward the house, her feet squishing in her boots, still trying to wipe her hair back out of her face as she went.
“You girls look a mess,” the man said.
“Yes, sir. We were doing the wash and started throwing water at each other.”
“I can see that,” said the man.
“Who’s the tall colored girl? Ain’t seen her before. She’s got an uppity look in her face.”
“She, uh … works for us now,” said Katie. “She used to be a slave.”
“Yeah, well I reckon a lot of things is changing now for everybody. I didn’t recollect you having a younger sister, Kathleen.”
“Uh … no, sir,” said Katie and kept walking.
Aleta and Emma and I gradually started moving back in the direction of the rinse tub, but I was trying to listen to Katie and the window man at the same time.
“There are the windows, Mr. Krebs,” said Katie, pointing to the four broken ones. “My mama’s not going to be home till later. Can you fix them and she pay you later?”
“Yeah. Just take me about an hour. I’ll cut the glass and get ’em glazed. I’ll send her a bill.”
“Thank you, Mr. Krebs,” said Katie. “Well, I guess I should see about the washing.”
Katie walked back to where we were standing watching.
“He’s going to fix the windows,” she said, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
We continued with the last of the wash, not saying much now, both Katie and me glancing kinda nervously toward the house every now and then.
“Emma,” said Katie after a minute, “you’d better go back in and change your clothes and tend to William so he doesn’t start crying.”
“Yes, Miz Katie.”
“She can’t go in like that,” I said. “Miss Katie, why don’t you take her around and through the front door so he won’t see her. Aleta and me will finish up here. We can do that, can’t we, Aleta?”
“Yes,” said Aleta.
Katie and Emma left, and the man didn’t seem to be paying any attention to us anyway. Katie came back a few minutes later, and it took us about an hour to finish getting the rest of the things hung up on the lines. We were still wearing the wet things we had on. And it felt good in the hot sun. Before we knew it, the man was walking back out toward us.
“The new windows are in, Kathleen,” he said. “Tell your mama they’re fifty cents apiece. I’ll write it down and leave it with Mrs. Hammond.”
“Yes, sir,” said Katie. “Thank you, Mr. Krebs.”
He went back to his wagon and a few minutes later was clattering back down the road toward town. As we watched him leave, Katie turned to me.
“That wasn’t so hard,” she said with a kind of pleased expression on her face.
“He didn’t seem to mind that it was just us,” I said. “But we still gotta be careful.”
Suddenly we heard a splash. We turned, and there was Aleta sitting in the middle of the rinse tub with her clothes all still on.
We ran over to her laughing.
“What are you doing?” laughed Katie.
“Taking a cold bath,” she said. “It’s so hot, it’s like going swimming.”
As we watched I had to admit it looked like a pretty good idea at that! Katie was obviously thinking the same thing.
“I’ll go get the soap from the house,” said Katie. “I want to take a bath too! I’ll wash your hair under the pump, Aleta.—Would you wash mine, Mayme?”
“If you’ll wash mine!”
While Aleta was playing and splashing in the water, Katie and I went back inside and got some clean towels and soap and a scrubbing sponge.
We came back outside, then took off our dresses and took turns getting each other all clean.
Even with my underclothes still on, that was about the best bath I’d ever had! We got Emma back out, and she and William cleaned up real nice too, though she howled a little at the cold water from the pump on her head and back.
When we were done, we pulled the stopper from the bottom of the tub and let the water drain, where it ran in a little trough that had been dug from under it out to the field. Since most of our clothes we’d been wearing were hanging on the lines, we put on robes of Katie’s mama’s till the things on the line had started to dry, which didn’t take too long in the heat.
After that, for most of the rest of the summer, we took cold baths outside almost every day.
As we were walking back to the house, I realized that Aleta had been listening carefully before when Katie had been talking to the glass man.
“Where is your mama?” she asked.
The question took Katie by surprise as much as it did me. She glanced over at me, but all I could do was shrug. I didn’t know what to say.
“She’s not here,” answered Katie after a bit. “She’s gone for a while.”
“Where’s she gone?” said Aleta. “Why haven’t I seen her?”
“She’s gone for a long time, Aleta,” said Katie. “That’s why Mayme and I are here together, and why we have to work so hard.”