Meanwhile the woman was bearing down upon the empty seat beside Julian.To his annoyance,she squeezed herself into it.He saw his mother's face change as the woman settled herself next to him and he realized with satisfaction that this was more objectionable to her than it was to him.Her face seemed almost gray and there was a look of dull recognition in her eyes,as if suddenly she had sickened at some awful confrontation.Julian saw that it was because she and the woman had,in a sense,swapped sons.Though his mother would not realize the symbolic significance of this,she would feel it.His amusement showed plainly on his face.
The woman next to him muttered something unintelligible to herself He was conscious of a kind of bristling next to him,a muted growling like that of an angry cat.He could not see anything but the red pocketbook upright on the bulging green thighs.He visualized the woman as she had stood waiting for her tokens—the ponderous figure,rising from the red shoes upward over the solid hips,the mammoth bosom,the haughty face,to the green and purple hat.
His eyes widened.
The vision of the two hats,identical,broke upon him with the radiance of a brilliant sunrise.His face was suddenly lit with joy.He could not believe that Fate had thrust upon his mother such a lesson.He gave a loud chuckle so that she would look at him and see that he saw.She turned her eyes on him slowly.The blue in them seemed to have turned a bruised purple.For a moment he had an uncomfortable sense of her innocence,but it lasted only a second before principle rescued him.Justice entitled him to laugh.His grin hardened until it said to her as plainly as if he were saying aloud:Your punishment exactly fits your pettiness.This should teach you a permanent lesson.
Her eyes shifted to the woman.She seemed unable to bear looking at him and to find the woman preferable.He became conscious again of the bristling presence at his side.The woman was rumbling like a volcano about to become active.His mother's mouth began to twitch slightly at one corner.With a sinking heart,he saw incipient signs of recovery on her face and realized that this was going to strike her suddenly as funny and was going to be no lesson at all.She kept her eyes on the woman and an amused smile came over her face as if the woman were a monkey that had stolen her hat.The little Negro was looking up at her with large fascinated eyes.He had been trying to attract her attention for some time.
"Carver!the woman said suddenly."Come heah!
When he saw that the spotlight was on him at last,Carver drew his feet up and turned himself toward Julian's mother and giggled.
"Carver!the woman said."You heah me?Come heah!
Carver slid down from the seat but remained squatting with his back against the base of it,his head turned slyly around toward Julian's mother,who was smiling at him.The woman reached a hand across the aisle and snatched him to her.He righted himself and hung backwards on her knees,grinning at Julian's mother."Isn't he cute?Julian's mother said to the woman with the protruding teeth.
"I reckon he is,the woman said without conviction.
The Negress yanked him upright but he eased out of her grip and shot across the aisle and scrambled,giggling wildly,onto the seat beside his love.
"I think he likes me,Julian's mother said,and smiled at the woman.It was the smile she used when she was being particularly gracious to an inferior.Julian saw everything lost.The lesson had rolled off her like rain on a roof.
The woman stood up and yanked the little boy off the seat as if she were snatching him from contagion.Julian could feel the rage in her at having no weapon like his mother's smile.She gave the child a sharp slap across his leg.He howled once and then thrust his head into her stomach and kicked his feet against her shins."Behave,she said vehemently.
The bus stopped and the Negro who had been reading the newspaper got off.The woman moved over and set the little boy down with a thump between herself and Julian.She held him firmly by the knee.In a moment he put his hands in front of his face and peeped at Julian's mother through his fingers.
"I see yooooooou!she said and put her hand in front of her face and peeped at him.
The woman slapped his hand down."Quit yo'foolishness,she said,"before I knock the living Jesus out of you!
Julian was thankful that the next stop was theirs.He reached up and pulled the cord.The woman reached up and pulled it at the same time.Oh my God,he thought.He had the terrible intuition that when they got off the bus together,his mother would open her purse and give the little boy a nickel.The gesture would be as natural to her as breathing.The bus stopped and the woman got up and lunged to the front,dragging the child,who wished to stay on,after her.Julian and his mother got up and followed.As they neared e door,Julian tried to relieve her of her pocketbook.
"No,she murmured,"I want to give the little boy a nickel.
"No!Julian hissed."No!
She smiled down at the child and opened her bag.The bus door opened and the woman picked him up by the arm and descended with him,hanging at her hip.Once in the street she set him down and shook him.
Julian's mother had to close her purse while she got down the bus step but as soon as her feet were on the ground,she opened it again and began to rummage inside."I can't find but a penny,she whispered,"but it looks like a new one.
"Don't do it!Julian said fiercely between his teeth.There was a streetlight on the corner and she hurried to get under it so that she could better see into her pocketbook.The woman was heading off rapidly down the street with the child still hanging backward on her hand.
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