A Good Man Is Hard To Find
The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennes- e and she was izing at every chance to change Bailey's mind. Bailey was the son she lived with, her only boy. He was sitting on the edge of his chair at the table, bent over the orange sports ction of the Journal. "Now look here, Bailey," she said, "e here, read this," and she stood with one hand on her thin hip and the other rattling the newspaper at his bald head. "Here this fellow that calls himlf The Misfit is aloo from the Federal Pen and headed toward Florida and you read here what it says he did to the people. Just you read it. I wouldn't take my children in any direction with a criminal like that aloo in it. I couldn't answer to my conscience if I did."
Bailey didn't look up from his reading so she wheeled around then and faced the children's mother, a young woman in slacks, who face was as broad and innocent as a cabbage and was tied around with a green head-kerchief that had two points on the top like rabbit's ears. She was sitting on the sofa, feeding the baby his apricots out of a jar. "The children ha革命小说
ve been to Florida before," the old lady said. "You all ought to take them somewhere el for a change so they would e different parts of the world and be broad. They never have been to east Tenne."
马字开头的成语The children's mother didn't em to hear her but the eight-year-old boy, John Wesley, a stocky child with glass, said, "If you don't want to go to Florida, why dontcha stay at home?" He and the little girl, June Star, were reading the funny papers on the floor.
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桂林山水的图片"She wouldn't stay at home to be queen for a day," June Star said without raising her yellow head.
"Yes and what would you do if this fellow, The Misfit, caught you?" the grandmother asked.
"I'd smack his face," John Wesley said.
"She wouldn't stay at home for a million bucks," June Star said. "Afraid she'd miss something. She has to go everywhere we go."
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"All right, Miss," the grandmother said. "Just re- member that the next time you want me to curl your hair."
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June Star said her hair was naturally curly.
The next morning the grandmother was the first one in the car, ready to go. She had her big black vali that looked like the head of a hippopotamus in one corner, and underneath it she was hiding a basket with Pitty Sing, the cat, in it. She didn't intend for the cat to be left alone in the hou for three days becau he would miss her too much and she was afraid he might brush against one of her gas burners and accidentally asphyxiate himlf. Her son, Bailey, didn't like to arrive at a motel with a cat.
She sat in the middle of the back at with John Wesley and June Star on either side of her. Bailey and the children's mother and the baby sat in front and they left Atlanta at eight forty-five with the mileage on the car at 55890. The grandmother wrote this down becau she thought it would be interesting to say how many miles they had been when they got back. It took them twenty minutes to reach the outskirts of the city.
The old lady ttled herlf comfortably, removing her white cotton gloves and putting them up with her pur on the shelf in front of the back window. The children's mother still had on slacks and still had her head tied up in a green kerchief, but the grandmother had on a navy blue straw sailor hat with a bunch of white violets on the brim and a navy blue dress with a small white dot in the print. Her collars and cuffs were white organdy trimmed with lace and at her neckline she had pinned a purple spray of cloth violets containing a sachet. In ca of an accident, anyone eing her dead on the highway would know at once that she was a lady.
She said she thought it was going to be a good day for driving, neither too hot nor too cold, and she cautioned Bailey that the speed limit was fifty-five miles an hour and that the patrolmen hid themlves behind billboards and small clumps of trees and sped out after you before you had a chance to slow down. She pointed out interesting details of the scenery: Stone Mountain; the blue granite that in some places came up to both sides of the highway; the brilliant red clay banks slightly streaked with purple; and the various crops that made rows of green lace-work on the ground. The trees were full of silver-whit
e sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled. The children were reading comic magazines and their mother and gone back to sleep.月饼分类
"Let's go through Georgia fast so we won't have to look at it much," John Wesley said.
