Maybelline Bigsby stood on her front porch, listening out for Lee "El" Jr's car.
Summer was almost over, and whatever business an eighteen year old college boy got up to left El little time for his home or mama. He promised he'd slow his rambling long enough to visit today. Now the daylight was waning, and May didn't hear so much as a hint of El's missing muffler.
May sighed, crushed out her fourth cigarette that hour, and stole a glance next door. She could see Lurleen Sommers sitting on her wooden deck, smoke rising above her lawn chair. Lurleen's five kids splashed in the above-ground pool. Lurleen occasionally stood up to scold them.
Lurleen had hinted that raising five kids with five delayed child support checks was a hassle, but May envied her. No matter how many of them left the nest, there would always be grandchildren or offspring of all kinds and sorts filing in and out of Lurleen's trailer. After Lee Harvey ran off with that cheerleader, May only had El. Now El was leaving as well.
El was decent at language arts but soft with anything involving science or numbers. Thanks to his football scholarship he'd been handed a chance his mama and daddy could have only dreamed of—well, if his daddy had seen the forest for his cheerleader whore.
Lighting another cigarette, May took another look at her empty front yard before balling up the empty pack. That was when she heard the thunderous rumble.
El slammed the Dart to a halt. He got out and spit a brown glob on the ground.
"I done warned you about people and loud noises round here El," May said. Despite the gravel in her tone she was happy El had fulfilled his promise.
El gave her a bear hug. "Good to see you, Mama."
"I got a new recipe I'm gone try with that leftover chicken," May said, patting him on the back.
May basked in the moment. According to Lurleen, little moments, even quick hugs, were the best things you could rely on these days.
The peace was interrupted when she heard another door close. Someone new emerged from the Dart.
"Oh, Mama, I brought somebody I want you to meet. This here's Shirley-Lynn. She's a friend of mine."
"Hi there," Shirley-Lynn said, offering her hand to shake. May looked the uninvited guest, some waifish dishwasher blonde from God knew where, up and down. Not wanting to be rude, she returned the handshake.
"Pleased to meet you," May said, forcing a smile. "Well, ya'll come in. New recipe. Chicken."
May led them inside. With the exception of the kitchen and bathrooms, the interior was blanketed with burgundy shag carpet. A couch was fixed against a rear window, another in front of the television. West of the living area was the kitchen island, and beyond that the table where May and El had spent years dining by their lonesome. May and El's rooms were at opposite ends, each with their own full bath.
El and Shirley-Lynn took a seat at the window couch. "You're gone love mama's cooking," El said.
As May brought out the thawed chicken leftovers, her peripheral vision caught El putting his arm around Shirley-Lynn's bony shoulders.
'Friend of mine.' Right.
She started the stove. "So how'd ya'll meet?"
"Shirley works over at the Walmart with me," El said. "She's also the cheerleader captain."
"That's right," Shirley-Lynn said, smiling.
Work. Football. They'd known each other a while, but this was the first May ever heard of any Shirley-Lynn. Did El have a reason for waiting to introduce her? Was he hiding something from his mama?
"Must be nice having so much in common," May said.
"There's something else too, Mama," El said.
El, I swear to God above, if she's pregnant...
"Shirley's going to Hartland U, too, Mama!"
"That's right," Shirley-Lynn said.
"Mmhm, us two are gonna be close by each other, like a couple roommates," El said.
A measuring cup slipped from May's hands, shattering on the floor.
El's head perked up. "You okay, Mama? Need help?"
"That's alright," May said, reaching for the broom, maintaining her hospitable smile. "Shirley-Lynn, who you kin to?"
"I'm a Carter," Shirly-Lynn said.
"Carter. Which Carters?"
"The Daisyfield Carters," Shirley-Lynn replied.
May made an effort to hide her reaction. She'd hoped Shirley-Lynn belonged to the uptown Archton Carters. When they weren't fighting in bars, the Daisyfield Carters ran drugs and bootleg cigarettes up and down the interstate.
May observed the way El had his arm around that girl. Now he seemed to be—no, not seemed to be, he was pulling her closer.
There was a time when El told May everything. Now it was clear he'd been up to heavy business with this Daisyfield Carter girl. Daisyfield Carter girls moved fast.
May finished sweeping the glass shards into a dustpan. On the other hand, she thought, she had no room to judge Shirley-Lynn of the Daisyfield Carters. After all, May conceived her precious Lee Jr. the day she turned eighteen, during a post-graduation celebration. On that evening she declared that nothing was ever going to hold her back anymore, especially when she let Lee Harvey Stukes take her to that secluded spot by the lake.
They went in the backseat. Kiss, fondle, disrobe, tip in, one thrust, splat, and it was over. That was enough to give her the bump. When Lee Sr. found out, he'd pledged his life to her. Then came the fateful day when he went college touring, promising May that his daddy's savings bonds would provide a great future.
May was left to fend for herself and El, but having a son didn't make her destitute. She danced at The Gentleman's Cove, meeting ends with the fives and tens hitting the stage. Her stage name had been Miss May.
In-between making money and raising El, there were many gentleman callers from within and outside the county. Some were one-night stands. Others were potential stepdaddies. But the stepdaddy contenders left, same as the one-nighters.
Regardless of whether the men stuck around, those were May's glory days, when she held the title of hottest piece of willing ass in Archton. She could go to any bar, whether it was a saloon on the rural outskirts or the Applebee's, and have men buying her drinks with her 'magic fuck me' stare—a move she might as well have patented.
The ensuing years were not kind, however. Her dancing days ended prematurely. The line of men dwindled. Soon May went to bars and spent two, sometimes three or four hours with no one paying her any attention.
May wasn't sure if she disliked Shirley-Lynn or envied her, but maintained her smile throughout dinner.
"Well, me and Shirley are gone head on," El said when the plates were in the sink.
"Well hey now, wait a minute, ya'll just got here," May said. "Sit with me and talk longer. We can find us something on the tee-vee."
El shook his head. "Sorry, Mama. Shirley's daddy don't want her out after dark."
Her son had never been a good liar either. He broadcast his dishonesty by averting his eyes and curling his lip in an awkward half smile. May doubted a Daisyfield Carter gave a damn about any curfew, or if there was one at all.
"I got ice cream. That cake from your birthday's still in there," May said, gesturing at the fridge behind her.
But Lee and Shirley-Lynn were leaving. El gave her a goodbye hug. Shirley-Lynn gave her an awkward side one. The door closed. El's car rumbled and shook.
May was alone again.
She looked at the dirty dishes in the sink. "Ya'll could've at least helped me clean up."
#
"Hey, Lurleen," May called from her trailer's corner, "mind if I sit with ya?"
"Come on round," Lurleen hollered back. She was still watching the kids while burning through another cigarette.
By now the sunlight was a dying crimson on the horizon. Darkness would settle in a few moments. May took an empty lawn chair seat next to Lurleen's. Neither said anything for a stretch.
"Something eating your mind?" Lurleen asked.
"Too much," May replied.
Lurleen was six years May's senior. In contrast to the younger woman's solid red hair, Lurleen sported gray patches, and she was also more worn around the eyes. Combined with how she often stared into the middle distance, she looked like a rugged survivor.
"Tell me," Lurleen said.
