Losing Battles
“The tables appeared to have opened and bloomed. They reached in a jointed line from the bois d’arc tree all the way down the yard, almost as far as the post with the bell on it. Elvie solemnly drew apart the sacks and unveiled the ice.Miss Beulah ran to the old lady’s chair. “Granny, are you of a mind to let Brother Bethune use the Vaughn Bible today?” she asked.“Not until he shows me his right to be here at all,” said Granny. “Who went so far as to let him through the bars?”“Brother Bethune’s ...carrying a Bible of his own, Mother,” said Mr. Renfro.“He can pocket it,” said Miss Beulah. “I wouldn’t trust it to have everything it needs in it. Bring the Renfro Bible, Elvie, off the table in the company room. All right, Curtis, Dolphus—one two three!”Rocker and all, Granny Vaughn was lifted high and carried through the crowd. Little clouds of fragrance seemed to go with her. The day had brought out the smell of her black dress, a smell of black, of her trunk and its brass lock, and there was a little vinegary smell that lasted longer, from the washing of the handworked lacy collar that went raying around her neck.Elvie came back out of the house, the Renfro Bible the only thing showing above her prancing legs.MoreLess
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