BLACKWATER:The Mysterious Saga of the Caskey Family (113 page)

"I had to make sure he wouldn't say anything foolish," said Elinor later. "Tommy Lee won't say anything. We don't have to worry about that."

Miriam came the next day, as Elinor had requested, and by then Elinor was weaker, but she looked more presentable. Zaddie had bathed her and got her into a nightgown and embroidered bed jacket. The rain continued to pour. Miriam said, "Mama, you look perfectly awful."

"I'm going to die, Miriam."

"Soon, you mean?"

Elinor nodded. "I just wanted you to know that everything is in order—the will, and all the rest of it. Billy knows everything."

"Good," said Miriam. "But I knew that you'd be ready when the time came." She looked at her mother closely. "Are you sure the time has come?" Elinor nodded. "I'm sorry for that," said Miriam briskly. "I really am."

"I think you mean that," said Elinor.

"Are Zaddie and Billy taking care of you?" Miriam asked. "You want me to send Malcolm off for anything?"

"Yes. I want you and Malcolm both to do something for me."

"What's that?"

"One last request, Miriam."

"I won't promise, Mama. But what is it?"

"I don't want you around when I die. I want you and Malcolm to leave town until I'm dead."

"Go away! Mama, I cain't just up and leave the mill—"

"Yes, you can. So do it. Go away until I'm dead. You don't want to be around here anyway, tending to me."

"I wouldn't be tending to you anyway," remarked Miriam. "But where do you want us to go?"

"Go visit Lilah. Go to Houston. If you really have to stay in the area go out and stay with Grace and Lucille. Lord knows they've got plenty of room out there."

"Mama, why don't you want Malcolm and me here?"

"I have my reasons," said Elinor. "And they're good ones. Go away, Miriam. Go away tonight. Or tomorrow. No later than tomorrow."

"Well," said Miriam, "I still haven't promised. I'll have to speak to Malcolm."

"Malcolm will do what you say."

"Mama," said Miriam with some delicacy, "how long do you imagine that Malcolm and I will have to stay away?"

"Miriam," remarked her mother dryly, "what I've left you in my will is going to make up for the inconvenience."

Miriam returned to the house the next morning with Malcolm and they spoke brief goodbyes to Elinor. The rain kept up.

"You ought to see it out there, Elinor," said Malcolm, shaking his head. "The whole damn yard is about to wash away."

"Where are you two going?"

"Someplace dry," said Miriam.

"Houston for a few days, and then to New York," said Malcolm. "After that, I don't know where."

"Goodbye then," said Elinor. She reached up weakly and took Malcolm's hand and squeezed it. "You be good to Miriam," she said.

Malcolm laughed. "You tell her to be good to me!"

Miriam dropped down onto the side of the bed. She took Elinor's other hand and drew it to her breast. She leaned down and kissed Elinor's cheek.

When Miriam drew back, she saw a tear in Elinor's eye.

"Mama," said Miriam, "that's the first time I have ever seen you cry."

Elinor smiled wanly. "It's the first time you ever kissed me."

Miriam stood up. "Goodbye, Mama."

"Goodbye, darling," replied Elinor. "Be good to Malcolm. He probably deserves it."

Zaddie stood at the door downstairs and gave Miriam and Malcolm umbrellas before they stepped out onto the front porch.

"Will you call me?" Miriam quietly asked Zaddie. Zaddie nodded silently. Malcolm led his wife out to their car. It was only a dozen yards away, but by the time they reached it, despite the umbrellas and their haste, they were sodden with rainwater.

Rain has fallen incessantly on Perdido for the past seven days, more than twenty-six inches of precipitation in all. At first, for most people, this persistent inclemency had been nothing more than an excuse to complain—for once with sufficient cause—about the state of the weather. Perdido merchants were certain that customers were being discouraged from driving downtown; and for the farmers, who recently had completed spring planting, it was a disaster. Seedlings were beaten back into the earth or washed down their own furrows to float in thick clots in drainage ditches. Not-yet-sprouted seeds rotted in the earth. With each day the rain continued, the dread of the people in the town increased, for it was no longer simply a question of the nuisance of umbrellas and soggy newspapers, no longer only a matter of reduced retail receipts—it was the threat of another flood.

It did not matter much in fact whether it rained on Perdido or not, but whether there was precipitation in the vast forests northeast and northwest of town was of great concern. Water falling there would wash down the gently sloping land into the Perdido and the Blackwater rivers and would swell those streams from their sources to the junction behind the Perdido town hall. In short, if it continued to rain in the forests where the water and the wetness inconvenienced no one at all, it might very well flood in Perdido.

After the fourth day of rain the weather reports on the Perdido radio station, and even those over the television stations in Pensacola and Mobile, well removed from the danger, had begun to give the heights of the rivers along with daily and cumulative totals of the rainfall. On the seventh day of rain an army engineer was sent down from Fort Rucca to inspect the Perdido levees, for already the water was higher than at any time since 1919.

That engineer drove his jeep to the top of the levee behind the town hall, prodded the earth with a spade, pulled a few blackberry bushes out of the side of the embankment, peered through the rain to the opposite bank of the swollen rivers with his field glasses, and tried to ignore the questions of the mayor, who had insisted on accompanying him on this tour of inspection.

From the mayor's house, where he had been invited to lunch, the engineer telephoned Fort Rucca and requested his superior to come down to Perdido that afternoon. In fact, to depart immediately. The mayor and his wife overheard this conversation and were unsettled by it. They became even more worried when the army engineer asked them where a helicopter might set down in the town.

At quarter of two, the army engineer—and each and every one of the town's municipal workers— watched the helicopter descend through the rain into a cleared space in the town hall parking lot. A colonel and two other men, one of them a civilian, emerged. They shook hands with the mayor, then drove off in the first engineer's jeep, peremptorily declining the mayor's offer to tag along.

At half past four, all four men arrived at the mayor's house on Live Oak Street—low land—and informed him that the levee was not safe and might collapse if the water were to reach a level higher than thirty-two feet. At this time the rivers already were at twenty-eight feet. The mayor, as well as his wife and cook, who were listening from the kitchen, were aghast and wanted to know how on earth the levee, which had protected Perdido for more than four decades, could be considered unsafe—it had always been thought of as the most substantial construction in town.

"There are places," the engineer said with a shrug, "where the levee is very weak. Here and there some of the vegetation burned and the levee eroded. There are places that weren't built right in the first place. There's even a break down by the railroad track near the junction. It wasn't kept in repair."

"There's never been enough money," the mayor argued weakly. The engineer shrugged again. "What can we do?" the mayor asked then.

The colonel spoke now, glancing out the window where the rain was falling steadily. He was uncomfortable, for his uniform was wet through and he had an upset stomach from the journey in the helicopter. "I'll send down some men. They'll start arriving tonight and tomorrow. They can try to shore up the levee, filling sandbags, evacuate people if need be, that sort of thing. Can't promise anything, though, can't promise they'll do any good. The only thing I can promise is that they'll be here working their goddamn asses off to save this town."

"Save it," repeated the mayor in whispered alarm. "What happens," he went on tremulously, "if the levee does break?"

"Well," said one of the other engineers, a younger man who did not understand the niceties of evasion and prevarication, "the water breaks through in one place, and it takes a hell of a lot more of the levee with it. A wall of water rushes in. You'd better have already gotten your people out, because there won't be anyone or anything left in the path of that water. The water would rush in so fast that it would be better to have had no levee at all."

What the man said was accurate, but the colonel and the other engineers glared at him: they had wanted to persuade the mayor, not frighten him, into the advisability of evacuation.

"The hospital..." said the colonel. "Where is the hospital in this town?"

"On high ground," replied the mayor's wife, who entered now with coffee and towels.

"Just as well," said the officer, and no more.

No one in Perdido noticed that Elinor Caskey had not been out of her house in ten days. For ten days the rain had fallen, and Perdido thought of nothing but that. Some children were taken out of the school and sent to their grandparents in places where it wasn't raining and there was no danger of flooding. Those who had beach houses at Gulf Shores or Destin were suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to visit those places, though April was still quite early in the season for the beach. Quietly, at Billy Bronze's suggestion, all the important files of the mill were packed up and taken out to Gavin Pond Farm. It was true that the farmhouse was no more than half a mile from the river, but it was situated on much higher ground than Perdido, and unlikely to be inundated. When that was done, Tommy Lee went to Elinor'g house and took away the files in Billy's office, too. And so, day by day, and little by little, Tommy Lee took everything that was important to the Gas-keys—including the boxes of jewelry in the bottom of Miriam's dresser—out to Gavin Pond Farm. Grace and Lucille had made so many additions to the house over the years that there was plenty of room for everything to be stored.

After his first interview with Elinor in her bed Tommy Lee did not visit her again; in fact, when he and Escue went to the house to collect some records from Billy's office, Tommy Lee sidled quickly past the door to Elinor's room.

Lucille and Grace did pay a visit to Elinor, a single visit of state, quite formal and brief.

Lucille, looking more and more like Queenie every day, and already surpassing her mother in the matter of girth, stood at the window and looked out. Through the curtain of water that spilled off the roof, Lucille could see the gently twisted narrow trunks of the water oaks that Elinor had planted before she was married to Oscar. She heard their branches creaking beneath the weight of the water, and once after a sodden crack, she saw a large branch, leafless and rotten, fall from the very top of the tree to the ground, where it landed with a loud splash in the sheet of shallow water that covered the yard. Lucille did not want to look at Elinor. Tommy Lee had told them that Elinor was dying.

Grace had pulled a chair up close to the side of the bed.

"Tommy Lee says you are dying," said Grace. "Did he know what he was talking about?"

Elinor nodded solemnly. "I am dying," she said.

"Are you in pain?" Grace asked.

"Yes," said Elinor.

"Is there anything Lucille and I can do?"

"No," said Elinor. "One thing," she amended.

"What?" said Lucille, turning with alacrity. She felt helpless, and was glad to hear there was something to be done for Elinor.

Elinor spoke softly, but with deliberation. "Tell Tommy Lee that it was not his fault."

Grace and Lucille exchanged glances.

"Does he think it was?" asked Grace. When Elinor nodded, Grace said, "What is wrong with you, Elinor?"

Elinor shook her head. "Just make sure Tommy Lee knows that it wasn't his fault."

Lucille was about to speak, but Grace said quickly and with finality, "We will. It wasn't his fault," she repeated, as if to get the message straight.

"You're tired," said Lucille solicitously. "We'll come back tomorrow."

"No," said Elinor. "Say goodbye now."

"You have to let us come back!" exclaimed Lucille.

"Stay out at the farm," said Elinor. "Don't come back into town."

"Why not?" asked Grace.

"Because the levee is going to break," said Elinor. "And I don't want you to get caught."

Lucille involuntarily glanced out of the window at the kudzu-covered embankment beyond the water oaks. "It's not gone break, Elinor!"

"Are you sure?" said Grace to Elinor, ignoring Lucille's wishful thinking. Elinor nodded. "Then you ought to let us take you out to the farm where you'll be safe. Lucille, start packing Elinor a bag."

"No," said Elinor. "I'm staying here."

"And get washed away?" Lucille demanded.

Elinor only smiled.

"What about Billy and Zaddie?" asked Grace. "What happens to them if the levee breaks? You ought to let them bring you out to the farm. We've got so much room!"

"I'm tired," said Elinor weakly. "Say goodbye to me and go back out to the farm. You'll be safe there."

Lucille and Grace stood at the side of the bed holding hands.

"I cain't say goodbye!" exclaimed Lucille. "Oh, Elinor, don't make me say goodbye!"

"Goodbye, Lucille. Queenie was very proud of you. We've all been proud of you."

Lucille turned away and began to weep softly.

"Goodbye, Elinor," said Grace.

"Open that top drawer," said Elinor. "And take out the box that's right at the front."

Grace did so; inside the box were Elinor's black pearls.

"James gave those to Genevieve," said Elinor. "They should come to you now."

"No," said Grace. "I couldn't take them."

"Mary-Love got all of Genevieve's other jewelry, and Miriam has it now. Miriam's not likely to give any of it up, so take the pearls, Grace."

"I'll wait," she said softly.

"You can't wait. When I die, I'm not leaving anything behind." Elinor glanced around the room and smiled. "Not a thing. If you don't take them now, those pearls will be lost forever, and I'd hate to think of that happening."