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.Breeze 0’ Wind By Alexander KeyTwo hurricanes, one human, hit a Gulf Coast town.I NEVER seen nothing like that summer when I was fifteen.The Gulf was every kind of blue and green, and so alive with color it took your breath away, and all through the long, burning days there’d be great mountains of clouds boiling up from the river swamps behind town, and mov-ing seaward in snorting squalls that often turned to water-spouts.Late in August the sea changed.It lay silky and still under the heat, and there was something sort of hanging in the air that made you uneasy.Sounds carried a great dis-tance, and you could hear the put-putting of the shrimp trawlers clean out to the island pass; stingarees swarmed along shore, and most any time you could watch sharks or tarpon chasing mullet right up into the shallows near the house.Never did the oleanders bloom so heavy, and never were the figs so large and sweet.And you felt somehow that all of it was wrong.The days were like rich poison fruit turning ripe, and they seemed to put a spell on everybody and everything.I remember it was three weeks since I'd missed my trip with Matt on the Angelus; my foot was a heap better and I was able to walk all right if I didn't step too hard.Mom was in the kitchen frying grouper and hush-puppies, and I could hear her talking to her-self as she rolled the hush-puppy batter into cones and dropped them into the hot grease with the fish.I knowed she was worrying about Fiddler.Somehow it didn't seem right, because with the Angelus a week overdue, it looked like Matt was the one she should 'a' been thinking about.Cap'n Ned never stayed out more’n a couple weeks."You'd better wash up for supper," she called."What's happened to Fiddler?" I knowed she didn't want the truth, so I didn't say nothing."Micky Joe, answer me!" mom snapped.Did he go shrimping today?''“I never seen his boat go down the channel.”That boy!" She always got a different tone in her voice when she was talking of Fiddler, like he could do no wrong I reckon it was because he favored pa so much.His nick-name didn't come from being musical, though you'd 'a' thought he was the Pied Piper, the way the girls took after him.I think it started from his being quick, like those little fiddler crabs that swarm over the mud flats.He was the quickest big feller I ever seen.Mom came to the screen door, her brow all wrinkled up, while she wiped her big bands on her apron “He must be still working on that engine.You better go find him, Micky Joe.""Aw, I ain't his watchdog," I grumbled.She kicked the screen door open and slung a pine knot at me.I ducked it and went off the porch fast, and kept on through the palm tangle at the corner of the yard.It was the first time she'd heaved anything at me in months."You trifling rascal!" she yelled, "You go find Fiddler, you hear me? And bring him home, or you don't get a bite to eat!"I limped on down to the boardwalk that follows the beach.Finding Fiddler might be easy enough, but bringing him home was another matter.He's six-foot-two and redheaded, and there ain't nobody on the coast, not even a deep-water Greek, wants to get in his way when he's had a couple drinks.I was just as sure as anything that he was getting wound up for trouble, because he'd had a row with his girl and hadn't come home last night,I didn't know what to do.I stood there hating mom and hating myself, and trying to figger what it was that had got into everybody.It was even working on Cap'n Hook, as we call grandpa, for during the last ten days he hadn't spoke a word to any of us.He just sat on the upper gallery, where ninety years of Beales had watched their boats come in, and stared out at sea.It was the longest silent spell he'd had since pa sailed to the snapper banks and never come hack.If Sissie had been home, it would have helped a lot.She's got a way with mom, and she's Cap'n Hook's darling.But she'd had a falling out with Johnny Tacon and gone to visit some of mom's folks in Georgia, and we didn't know when we'd see her again.She'd left the day I was due to sail with Matt and Cap'n Ned, and things had been going wrong ever since [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]