Betty doesn’t look like Betty unless you stare long enough and Miss Helen’s too busy with body removal to take a good look.
“What’s she got, Miss Helen?” Frank asks.
“I have an inkling and, if I’m right, she needs medicine right away.”
They carry her to Moonbeam like soldiers hauling the injured.
“Open both back doors,” Miss Helen snaps at me.
I open the near door first then scramble around to the other side.
“Now come back over here and hold her the front corners long enough for me to go on the other side and pull her in.”
“You’re strong enough to hold her up for three seconds, aren’t you?” she squawks.
I take Miss Helen’s place. Now, it’s me who’s keeping up the top half of Betty, but she’s sinking in the middle. Frank stays quiet holding the corners next to his ma’s feet.
Miss Helen climbs in the back seat and grabs the sheet corners by Betty’s head. She pulls Frank’s ma inside Moonbeam like threading a human Yarn through the eye of the needle.
Excerpt from The Moonshine Thicket set in 1928