Page 6 of The Giver of Stars
‘’Tain’t proper. Women should be looking after the home. What’s next? Women down the mines? Driving lumber trucks?’
‘Mr Simmonds, if you can’t see there’s a world of difference between a lumber truck and a copy ofTwelfth Night, then Lord help Kentucky’s economy, for I don’t know where we’ll be headed.’
‘Families should be reading the Bible. Nothing else. Who’s going to keep an eye on what they’re putting out there, anyhow? You know what they’re like up north. They might spread all kinds of crazy notions.’
‘It’s books, Mr Simmonds. The same you learned with when you were a boy. But, then, I seem to remember you were more keen on tweaking girls’ pigtails than you were on reading.’
Another burst of laughter.
Nobody moved. A woman looked at her husband, but he gave a small shake of his head.
Mrs Brady raised a hand. ‘Oh, I forgot to mention. It is apaidopportunity. Remuneration will be in the region of twenty-eight dollars a month. So, who would like to sign up?’
There was a brief murmur.
‘I can’t,’ said a woman with extravagantly pinned red hair. ‘Not with four babies under five.’
‘I just don’t see why our government is wasting hard-earned tax dollars dishing out books to people who can’t even read,’ said Jowly Man. ‘Why, half of ’em don’t even go to church.’
Mrs Brady’s voice had taken on a slightly desperate note.‘A month’s trial. Come on, ladies. I can’t go back and tell Mrs Nofcier that not one person in Baileyville would volunteer. What kind of place would she think we were?’
Nobody spoke. The silence stretched. To Alice’s left, a bee bumped lazily against the window. People began to shift in their seats.
Mrs Brady, undaunted, eyed the assembly. ‘C’mon. Let’s not have another incident like the Orphans Fundraiser.”
There were apparently many pairs of shoes that suddenly required close attention.
‘Not a one? Really? Well … Izzy will be the first, then.’
A small, almost perfectly spherical girl, half hidden among the packed audience, raised her hands to her mouth. Alice saw rather than heard the girl’s mouth form the protest. ‘Mother!’
‘That’s one volunteer. My little girl will not be afraid to do her duty for our country, will you, Izzy? Any more?’
Nobody spoke.
‘Not one of you? You don’t think learning is important? You don’t think encouraging our less fortunate families to a position of education is imperative?’ She glared out at the meeting. ‘Well. This is not the response that I anticipated.’
‘I’ll do it,’ said Alice, into the silence.
Mrs Brady squinted, raising her hand above her eyes. ‘Is that Mrs Van Cleve?’
‘Yes, it is. Alice.’
‘You can’t sign up,’ Bennett whispered urgently.
Alice leaned forward. ‘My husband was just telling me that he believes strongly in the importance of civic duty, just as his dear mother did, so I would be happy to volunteer.’ Her skin prickled as the eyes of the audience slid towards her.
Mrs Brady fanned herself a little more vigorously. ‘But …you don’t know your way around these parts, dear. I don’t think that would be very sensible.’
‘Yes,’ Bennett hissed, ‘you don’t know your way around, Alice.’
‘I’ll show her.’ Margery O’Hare nodded to Alice. ‘I’ll ride the routes with her for a week or two. We can keep her close to town till she’s got a nose for it.’
‘Alice, I –’ Bennett whispered. He seemed flustered and glanced up at his father.
‘Can you ride?’
‘Since I was four years old.’
