《高山上的呼喊-go tell it on the mountain》go tell it on the mountain-第21章

at　there　are　people　in　the　world　for　whom　‘ing　along’　is　a　perpetual　process；　people　whoare　destined　never　to　arrive。　For　ten　years　he　came　along；　but　when　he　left　her　he　was　the　sameman　she　had　married。　He　had　not　changed　at　all。
He　had　never　made　enough　money　to　buy　the　home　she　wanted；　or　anything　else　she　reallywanted；　and　this　had　been　part　of　the　trouble　between　them。　It　was　not　that　he　could　not　makemoney；　but　that　he　would　not　save　it。　He　would　take　half　a　week’s　wages　and　go　out　and　buysomething　he　wanted；　or　something　he　thought　she　wanted。　He　would　e　home　on　Saturdayafternoons；　already　half　drunk；　with　some　useless　objects；　such　a　vase；　which；　it　had　occurred　tohim；　she　would　like　to　fill　with　flowers—she　who　never　noticed　flowers　and　who　would　certainlynever　have　bought　any。　Or　a　hat；　always　too　expensive　or　too　vulgar；　or　a　ring　that　looked　asthough　it　had　been　designed　for　a　whore。　Sometimes　it　occurred　to　him　to　do　the　Saturday　shopping　on　his　way　home；　so　that　she　would　not　have　to　do　it；　in　which　case　he　would　buy　aturkey；　the　biggest　and　most　expensive　he　could　find；　and　several　pounds　of　coffee；　it　being　hisbelief　that　there　was　never　enough　in　the　house；　and　enough　breakfast　cereal　to　feed　an　army　for　amonth。　Such　foresight　always　filled　him　with　such　a　sense　of　his　own　virtue　that；　as　a　kind　ofreward；　he　would　also　buy　himself　a　bottle　of　whisky；　and—lest　she　should　think　that　he　wasdrinking　too　much—invite　some　ruffian　home　to　share　it　with　him。　Then　they　would　sit　allafternoon　in　her　parlor；　playing　cards　and　telling　indecent　jokes；　and　making　the　air　foul　withwhisky　and　smoke。　She　would　sit　in　the　kitchen；　cold　with　rage　and　staring　at　the　turkey；　which；since　Frank　always　bought　them　unplucked　and　with　the　head　on；　would　cost　her　hours　ofexasperating；　bloody　labor。　Then　she　would　wonder　what　on　earth　had　possessed　her　to　undergosuch　hard　trial　and　travel　so　far　from　home；　if　all　she　had　found　was　a　two…room　apartment　in　a　cityshe　did　not　like；　and　a　man　yet　more　childish　than　any　she　had　known　when　she　was　youngSometimes　from　the　parlor　where　he　and　his　visitor　sat　he　would　call　her：
‘Hey；　Flo！’
And　she　would　not　answer。　She　hated　to　be　called　‘Flo；’　but　he　never　remembered。　Hemight　call　her　again；　and　when　she　did　not　answer　he　would　e　into　the　kitchen。
‘What’s　the　matter　with　you；　girl？　Don’t　you　hear　me　a…calling　you？’
And　once　when　she　still　made　no　answer；　but　sat　perfectly　still；　watching　him　with　bittereyes；　he　was　forced　to　make　verbal　recognition　that　there　was　something　wrong。
‘What’s　the　matter；　old　lady？　You　mad　at　me？’
And　when　in　genuine　bewilderment　he　stared　at　her；　head　to　one　side；　the　faintest　of　smileson　his　face；　something　began　to　yield　in　her；　something　she　fought；　standing　up　and　snarling　at　himin　a　lowered　voice　so　that　the　visitor　might　not　hear：
‘I　wish　you’d　tell　me　just　how　you　think　we’s　going　to　live　all　week　on　a　turkey　and　fivepounds　of　coffee？’
‘Honey；　I　ain’t　bought　nothing　we　didn’t　need！’
She　sighed　in　helpless　fury；　and　felt　tears　springing　to　her　eyes。
‘I　done　told　you　time　and　again　to　give　me　the　money　when　you　get　paid；　and　let　me　do　theshopping—’cause　you　ain’t　got　the　sense　that　you　was　born　with。’
‘Baby；　I　wasn’t　doing　a　thing　in　the　world　but　trying　to　help　you　out。　I　thought　maybe　youwanted　to　go　somewhere　to…night　and　you　didn’t　want　to　be　bothered　with　no　shopping。’
‘Next　time　you　want　to　do　me　a　favor；　you　tell　me　first；　you　hear？　And　how　you　expect　meto　go　to　a　show　when　you　done　brought　this　bird　home　for　me　to　clean？’
‘Honey；　I’ll　clean　it。　It　don’t　take　no　time　at　all。’
He　moved　to　the　table　where　the　turkey　lay　and　looked　at　it　critically；　as　though　he　wereseeing　it　for　the　first　time。　Then　he　looked　at　her　and　ginned。　‘That　ain’t　nothing　to　get　mad　about。’
She　began　to　cry。　‘I　declare　I　don’t　know　what　gets　into　you。　Every　week　the　Lord　sendsyou　go　out　and　do　some　foolishness。　How　do　you　expect　us　to　get　enough　money　to　get　away　fromhere　if　you　all　the　time　going　to　be　spending　your　money　on　foolishness？’
When　she　cried；　he　tried　to　fort　her；　putting　his　great　hand　on　her　shoulder　and　kissingher　where　the　tears　fell。
‘Baby；　I’m　sorry。　I　thought　it’d　be　a　nice　surprise。’
‘The　only　surprise　I　want　from　you　is　to　learn　some　sense！　That’d　be　a　surprise！　You　thinkI　want　to　stay　around　here　the　rest　of　my　life　with　these　dirty　niggers　you　al　the　time　bring　home？’
‘Where　you　expect　us　to　live；　honey；　where　we　ain’t　going　to　be　with　niggers？’
Then　she　turned　away；　looking　out　of　the　kitchen　window。　It　faced　an　elevated　train　thatpassed　so　close　she　always　felt　that　she　might　spit　in　the　faces　of　the　flying；　staring　people。
‘I　just　don’t　like　all　that　ragtag　…　looks　like　you　think　so　much　of。’
Then　there　was　silence。　Although　she　had　turned　her　back　to　him；　she　felt　that　he　was　nolonger　smiling　and　that　his　eyes；　watching　her；　had　darkened。
‘And　what　kind　of　man　you　think　you　married？’
‘I　thought　I　married　a　man　with　some　get　up　and　go　to　him；　who　didn’t　just　want　to　stay　onthe　bottom　all　his　life！’
‘And　what　you　want　me　to　me　to　do；　Florence？　You　want　me　to　turn　white？’
This　question　always　filled　her　with　an　ecstasy　of　hatred。　She　turned　and　faced　him；　and；forgetting　that　there　was　someone　sitting　in　the　parlor；　shouted：
‘You　ain’t　got　to　be　white　to　have　some　self…respect！　You　reckon　I　slave　in　this　house　like　Ido　so　you　and　them　mon　niggers　can　sit　here　every　afternoon　throwing　ashes　all　over　thefloor？’
‘And　who’s　mon　now；　Florence？’　he　asked；　quietly；　in　the　immediate　and　awful　silencein　which　she　recognized　her　error。　‘Who’s　acting　like　a　mon　nigger　now？　What　you　reckon　myfriend　is　sitting　there　a…thinking？　I　declare；　I　wouldn’t　be　surprise　none　if　he　wasn’t　a…thinking：
“Poor　Frank；　he　sure　found　him　a　mon　wife。”　Anyway；　he　ain’t　putting　his　ashes　on　the　floor—he　putting　them　in　the　ashtray；　just　like　he　knew　what　a　ashtray　was。’　She　knew　that　she　had　hurthim；　and　that　he　was　angry；　by　the　habit　he　had　at　such　a　moment　of