hereâs a seventy-four. Lots of seventies tonight. Itâs looking pretty good.â
Alice said, âI took my class to visit a sick child todayââ
âTheyâre tricky, an obituary,â Runt told Alice. âItâs not as easy as it looks, reading one, if you do it right.â
Alice said, âUncle Runt, have you got a minute to talk to me?â
Runt looked up from his newspaper, over the top of his glasses.
Runt said, âIt ainât too long, I hope, is it, peaches, I got me a business appointment I donât want to miss.â
Alice knew that her uncle was not through drinking for the night, and then there was this whole obituaries business that had to be attended to.
She said, âAfter school, when I was walking home, I thought I saw a child. In a raindrop.â
Runt said, âWell, I guess I donât know nothing about a child in a raindrop.â
She said, âYouâre going to be seeing this one in the obituaries. The one in the raindrop was dead.â
Runt looked at Alice as if he might be seeing her for the first time. Runtâs face looked like, Did you say dead?
He said, âWhat child was this you say you seen?â
She said, âIâm not sure. Maybe the Gregg child, the one that got burned. But the child in the raindrop was dead in a river, somewhere, seemed like he got drowned.â
He said, âA dead child in a river?â
She said, âSeemed like he was.â
He said, âSolon Greggâs child?â
She said, âI donât know. Maybe.â
Runt put the newspaper aside.
She said, âI was walking home from school today, Uncle Runt, and just when I passed by Lord and Lady Montberclairâs Mexican mansion, I happened to look into a raindrop and saw this dead child in a river.â
Real slow, Runt folded the newspaper. He laid it on the table beside his chair.
He said, âIn a river.â
Alice said, âYessir.â
Runt got up from his chair and went to the parrotâs cage. He opened the big wire door on the front. He put his hand in the cage and jiggled the little bar where the big bird was sitting. The parrot stepped up off the bar and onto the back of Runtâs hand, with its strong claws holding tight.
The bird was heavy. Runt put it on his shoulder. It spreadout the long red feathers of its tail, down Runtâs back like a cape. The topnotch stood up like a question mark over its head.
Alice said, âUncle Runt?â
Runt decided he would call Fortunata, his wife. He would beg her to come back, though he did not expect her to do so. It didnât take a magic raindrop to see that sad scrap of the future. Fortunata was allergic to the parrot. Maybe if he promised to get rid of it, find it a good home, she might be enticed to come back home. Runt doubted it, but he could try.
Runt said, âI ainât partial to fortune telling.â
Alice said, âItâs more like a dream, I think. I think Iâve got this boy on my mind, this Glenn, and so I thought about him in water, instead of fire. Like a regular dream.â
Runt said, âThese Delta rivers are full of niggers, honey.â
Alice said, âColored people?â
Runt felt sorry for Fortunata, getting mixed up with a drunken gravedigger. Long time ago Fortunata had a chance to move to Illinois, get away altogether, but she stayed with him. He wished he could have spared her falling in love with him.
Their last fight was typical, awful.
âYou neverââ
âYou alwaysââ
âYou drunkââ
âYou bitchââ
âYou impotent pigââ
âYou stupid whoreââ
âYouâre drinking yourself to death, and you blame me.â
For Fortunata it was one fight too many.
At the end of the fight, Fortunata said, âYouâre not a bad man, Runt, you truly ainât. Itâs God and nature thatâs so damn bad.â
He