Cutler 1 - Dawn Read Online Free

up. "Come on," he said. Daddy didn’t walk straight until we reached the door.
    "Sleep tight!" one of the men at the bar called. Daddy didn't acknowledge him. He opened the door and we stepped out. I was never so happy to confront fresh air again. The musty smell of the bar had turned my stomach. Why would Daddy even want to walk in there, much less spend time there? I wondered. Daddy appreciated the fresh air, too, and took some deep breaths.
    "I don't like you going in a place like that," he said, walking. He stopped suddenly and looked at me, shaking his head. "You're smarter and better than the rest of us, Dawn. You deserve better."
    "I'm not better than anybody else, Daddy," I protested, but he had said all he was going to, and we continued to our apartment. When we opened the door, we found Jimmy already in the pullout bed, the covers drawn so high, they nearly covered his face. He didn't turn our way. Daddy went right to his bedroom, and I crawled under the covers with Jimmy, who stirred.
    "You went to Frankie's and got him?" he asked in a whisper.
    "Yes."
    "If I had been the one, he'd be furious," he said. "No, he wouldn't, Jimmy, he'd . . ."
    I stopped because we heard Momma moan. Then we heard what sounded like Daddy laughing. A moment later there was the distinct sound of the bedsprings. Jimmy and I knew what that meant. In our close quarters we had grown used to the sounds people often make whenever they make love. Of course, when we were younger, we didn't know what it meant, but when we learned, we pretended that we didn't hear it.
    Jimmy drew the blanket up toward his ears again, but I was confused and a bit fascinated.
    "Jimmy," I whispered.
    "Go to sleep, Dawn," he pleaded.
    "But, Jimmy, how can they—"
    "Just go to sleep, will you?"
    "I mean, Momma's pregnant. Can they still . . . ?" Jimmy didn't respond. "Isn't it dangerous?"
    Jimmy turned toward me abruptly.
    "Will you stop asking those kind of questions?"
    "But I thought you might know. Boys usually know more than girls," I said.
    "Well, I don't know," he replied. "Okay? So shut up." He turned his back to me again.
    It quieted down in Momma and Daddy's room, but I couldn't stop wondering. I wished I had an older sister who wouldn't be embarrassed with my questions. I was too embarrassed to ask Momma about these things because I didn't want her to think Jimmy and I were eavesdropping.
    My leg grazed Jimmy's, and he pulled away as if I had burned him. Then he slid over to his end of the bed until he was nearly off. I shifted as far over to mine as I could, too. Then I closed my eyes and tried to think of other things.
    As I was falling asleep, I thought of that woman who had come to the bar door just as I was about to open it to enter. She was smiling down at me, her lips twisted and rubbery, her teeth yellow and the cigarette smoke twirling up and over her bloodshot eyes.
    I was so glad I had managed to get Daddy home.

 
    2
FERN
     
    One afternoon during the first week of Momma's ninth month while I was preparing dinner and Jimmy was struggling over some homework on the kitchen table, we heard Momma scream. We rushed into the bedroom and found her clutching her stomach.
    "What is it, Momma?" I asked, my heart pounding. "Momma!" Momma reached out and seized my hand.
    "Call for an ambulance," she said through her clenched teeth. We didn't have a telephone in the apartment and had to use the pay phone on the corner. Jimmy shot out the door.
    "Is this supposed to happen, Momma?" I asked her. She simply shook her head and moaned again, her fingernails pressing so hard and so sharply into my skin, they nearly caused me to bleed. She bit down on her lower lip. The pain came again and again. Her face turned a pale, sickly yellow.
    "The hospital is sending an ambulance," Jimmy announced after charging back in.
    "Did you call your daddy?" Momma asked Jimmy through her clenched teeth. The pain wouldn't let go.
    "No," he replied. "I'll go do it, Momma."
    "Tell him