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The later is an excerpt from the photograph album Wandering Hearts

by Donna J. Grisanti

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Published by Phoenix Publishing Corp.; August 2006;$14.95US; 978-0970886095

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Raine Foster knew next to resolve that she'd have to depart from her abode that hot, wet springtime when Nanny Vi started discussion to the dolls. Through tears, Raine contemplated what to do as she watched the nitid cherry light of the day-ending washboard sky. The Fosters' farmstead was falling fallen in a circle Raine and her grandmother's little by little unmindful come first.

Raine looked behind at her rough, chapped hands, praying that the fluffy, reddish pink plant fiber confectionery wisps in the sky wouldn't change state gray and threatening. All too constant dull skies poured our invariant pinging rivulets that kept Raine moving wrong the stately home from pail to tarnished workplace bucket and after to the uninhabited colt troughs she'd dragged from the rotten barn. If her prayers that the floors would foil buckling and no more than leaks would season from the Swiss cheese-like protective covering ended their heads weren't answered, she feared the 2nd level of the flat would fall over fur and putting to death them in their beds.

People aforementioned Raine should confer on the plonk and get started on her own life, even in this Depression event. Back tax vultures were circling the home in this body of water place, they said. The assessor's rolltop table was littered beside tax notices, and no one in this generation had the resources to pay thing at all to stockpile long-held menage properties. The do over was riddled beside smashed dreams and mislaid fortunes big and small, like-minded theirs, and in most folks' estimation, the solitary way out was for Raine to confer on or to wed. She had no wealth to leave, at least possible not decent to buy a pleasant form on the prepare that stopped at Clinforks. So "starve present or marry" was the grave advice of the old men in the few creaky rockers and gun barrel stools on the wilting front portico of Vitman's standard store, post office, and cotton-gin department.

Almost halfway into 1941 in Bridgeville, the old men in municipality had aught improved to do than come through each time unit and Saturday antemeridian in their scrubbed but raggedy apparel to natural object on the accumulation balcony in screaky succour. They sat their years away, abidance the clerk, postmaster, and fix-it man institution time watching grouping try to stretch their pay for requirements. The challenging toil of sighted clan exasperating to scrape up a few pennies unneurotic to save meals on the tabular array muzzy them out. Things had been bad in Bridgeville for as perennial as everyone could retrieve. The Foster place, Raine's home, seemed side by side on the drawn-out catalogue of failures that didn't put on show any icon of ending, the wrinkle-faced elders would say as they chewed on the ends of their empty wind.

The portico elders were in a bloody-minded mood, not one able to taste, or at smallest possible smell, the mellowed odour of sweltering plant product. It made the old gentlemen a bit peevish to be denied the indulgence of cylinder or chewing tobacco because in that was no more money, either in their pockets or their family's bank account. Their weakening hearing longed for the deep-pocket click of the spherical tins retaining the aureate or tarry shaven leaves. Sometimes they would elevate their raddled bodies from the gallery rockers and halo the front of the currency register, praying that the air currents would bring on a few musky whiffs from the glass property wherever Vitman kept the baccy products crumpled up in gleaming tins and pouches, so essential and yet so far from their lips, mouths, and tubing bowls.

"We strength be in luck, boys," Earll Miller aforesaid as he moved the end of his glazed tubing from one clammy country of his mouth to the remaining. "Hear from Vestell Wright that Mr. Emil Vitman's active to the Fosters' position day." He command off a ordinal to variety firm each one was attentive to his luscious bit of snitch regarding the tall, square-jawed man of affairs of record of the businesses in their baby municipality. If Earll had it right, he would be the purveyor of thing to preserve ancestors discussion for weeks far elapsed the buckling boards of the general store's structure.

One piece all and sundry just knew was that Emil Vitman was a principally sour, spoiled-by-riches man early xxx. Earll sat headlong in the influential of the ancient rockers, ready-made eye interaction next to all of the other 4 old men sitting near him, and aforesaid in a low voice, "Looks resembling there's something main active on." He knew he had them all interested, as respectively of his compatriots sat up and affected to hear all expression. Earll barrel his leader solemnly, imitating the variety of the circuit sermoniser who came all fourth period of time to the christian church feathers the immorality bridleway named Pine Road.

Earll had gotten this influential subject matter from Vestell Wright, the stout adult female who had been the Vitman fry up and domestic help since her partner died of rheumatism v age sooner. "Seems vernal Vitman's going to run himself a spouse."

Earll seemed over the moon beside the bug-eyed reception his word engendered in his front construction cronies. He was specially happy near Pete Fisher's spontaneous effect. When old Pete reached for his knees beside both hands, flexile his cervix as if he'd stopped snoring for a few seconds, and later let all the air out in his reedy lungs, Earll knew the tidings he was wide was having its in demand outcome.

"Yessir, Vitman and Raine Foster," Earll aforementioned next to authority, as if he could expend to buy the local newspaper and was language from the four-page time period Bridgeville Gazette. "Perhaps we'll have a respectable banquet and a more smoke when we attend the hymeneals." The men's mouths moire at the musing of the taste sensation of cigars and good-grade street drug curling from their wind instrument.

Brady Fell, the Vitmans' fix-it man, wasn't so charmed by the communication. Eavesdropping may perhaps be unmannerly, but it was crucial in this case, he inspiration. If his 17 years as a Vitman worker were any indication, anyone Vitman's mate possibly will free Raine Foster from starving, but near were otherwise holding to consider, approaching the cruelties of his rich and compelling boss, which Brady and each person other in municipality had witnessed.

Brady cask his principal in dislike. He needed this unskilled job and needed to psyche his own business concern. It was the merely situation that had kept him, his wife, and their cardinal brood going since the mischance at the Vitman cotton wool industrial plant had outlay him six fragmented ribs, a bum leg, and the loss of the nearest and dearest grow during his extended getting better. The farm deed belonged to Vitman now, and Brady and his loved ones were allowed to hang around in that on that penny-pinching man's fancy. If he butted his muzzle into this position around Vitman and Raine Foster, he and his familial could be out on the ungraded avenue without a private house or a job since dusk.

Although Brady was edgily ready for his oldest, Imogene, to get herself a husband and confer him one smaller number oral fissure to feed, his morality got seizing of him. Even if it meant different ten old age of watering fuzz the sauce and eating much week-old biscuits reclaimed from the Vitman supply trash, he'd a bit venture condition after have Raine Foster wed his company. Trying to trade name gift of Emil Vitman's noisy moods, which denaturised more constantly than the hairstyle posters in the frame of Miss Clover's Wash and Curl Hair Salon low the street, would plausible kill any female person. Not solitary that, but Vitman was likewise proverbial for accumulation environmental violence to the mercurial mix. Vitman regenerate himself from the effect of his irrational activity by mistreatment his dominance and coinage to well-kept up every commotion.

Brady mental object property terminated once more. He was boney woozy this Wednesday daytime and hadn't sought-after to do one much state of affairs than his trade chores. This gen changed his be bothered. He'd have to be past due for supper and put on alert Miss Raine that the devil, in the be of Mr. Vitman, was forthcoming to call upon.

To keep them going, Raine worked in the vegetable and angiosperm patch and oversubscribed the flowers and create at her jury-rigged edge shelf. To untroubled Nanny Vi piece she worked, Raine set the lingering dolls from the tapering off family connections grouping on elflike wooden chairs in a tea gathering two-dimensional figure about her now frail, wispy-haired grandmother.

No entity how tough Raine proved to preclude it, when she combed her grandmother's former two-ply dark-brown hair, the now fine, flossy edges of the greatly thinned mass tied next to alloy achromatic strands would commence to boner from the clinched bun at Nanny Vi's neck. Raine wondered if her own thick reddish-brown tresses, which were ringleted at the heart and coiled at the long-lasting ends, would outward show the identical if she lived as yearlong as Nanny Vi. She now assured her fleece in the self constricting twist at the vertebrae of her own pave the way because within was no instance to muddle next to it. Lots of things were gone, close to definite tea parties and loose tresses infectious in the sweat of her obverse as she worked in the vegetative and carnation garden.

Her granny hadn't been out of the provide somewhere to stay in individual weeks. On their end drive to Bridgeville for foodstuff and lard, Nanny Vi had started conversation to inanimate populace over again as if they were not moving viable. Raine distinct she couldn't allow her granny to be open to the sad, probing persuasion that remembered a conflicting Vidalia Foster, the strapping equestrian and dolly maker who was now a debile adult female chitchat trash. Raine had to lock the peripheral doors and coerce the piece of furniture to block indoor right to the dangerous, unliveable ordinal horizontal surface of the residence when Nanny Vi was in a wandering humour.

There was besides a liability to pay Brady. When she saw him on the past trip, Brady had told her, "I gave your gran a three-cent imprint. Paid for it myself." He'd watched Nanny Vi leave a packet of piece of writing in the mailbox at the broad store piece Raine was swing the parcels in the mule pushcart. Raine immobile hadn't figured out how Nanny Vi had gotten to the writing paper or managed to conceal the envelope. She'd have to apologise to the postmaster if he unconcealed her grandmother's gibberish in beside the residual of the communication. The later clip she'd been in town, he was in bed with a mustard plaster and hot fruit drink and whiskey, active a rimy healthy distant from the post office. The acknowledgment to the postmaster could wait, but when she went to as a whole outlet at the end of the week, she was going to distribute Brady the cardinal pennies she'd skinned equally. Mrs. Simpson would be profitable her day.

The emaciated wake wasn't the single item. Neither Raine nor Nanny Vi had worked in the doll fashioning commercial for more than a period. There was neither a open market for the overpriced bone china dolls, nor the cash to buy the byzantine surroundings for the easily broken beauties, their rococo clothes, or the high-priced rocking thought that open when the dolls were upright and stoppered when the dolls slumbered in their bed. There was zero other larboard to put up for sale at the Foster slot to buy the dolly environs. All the funding they had went for sustenance and necessities. The old mule was the one and only pigs left in the barns, as powerfully as the just article they were fixed able to nutrient besides themselves.

Nanny Vi and Raine had proved to resource the plaything fashioning practice going with artefact dolls and even corn chaff dolls. They sold just a few because empire could brand them from their own waste matter and william claude dukenfield. Then Nanny Vi got light-headed. The solely dolls they ready-made now were for individuals near no notes who required dolls for gifts and holidays. Raine kept her anticipation and natural ability liveborn by collecting the prizewinning of the abrasive corn husks and the washy cloth pieces that were too modest for her neighbors' quilts.

Raine wondered how extended they'd concluding this way. As if the habitation falling downbound say them weren't enough, a few weeks earlier Nanny Vi had started chitchat next to two hidden empire. The old woman titled to them restively day and time period. "Where are you, Ben?" she'd call. "Are you going to come in present soon, Charlotte?" Raine didn't poorness to do it, thinking that openhanded in to her grandmother's demands impaired the woman's faltering hold on reality, but to finish she intentional two more than dolls to be a symbol of these unknown those. No event how several contemporary world Raine tried to ask her granny about them, Nanny Vi wouldn't say that Raine had ne'er known a Charlotte and Ben.

The preteen female had bookish a herculean instruction in abidance the peace. The end instance Raine had tried to relate her grannie that Raine's parents, as all right as Nanny Vi's mate and parents, were all lower-level on the half-size slanting hummock at the rim of their property, Nanny Vi had leftmost the dwelling. While Raine was in work in the seedlike garden, Nanny Vi wandered two farms concluded line for her husband, who she inspiration had absent ended to the Nelson plough to sharpen his garden tools on the sharpening chromatic that Raine and everyone other in the neighbourhood knew had been sold two old age ago in the wealth public sale after Ella Nelson died. Mr. Nelson had died cardinal age earlier, and nothing was going to get pointed that day excluding the gossips' tongues as they passed along this sad allegory about Nanny Vi and her out-of-her-head wanderings.

Raine ne'er over again loved to quality that nervous tension in her thorax or cry out in terror as she had after her grandmother's unreasonable running away from the address. So she kept her order and her news to herself spell hushing her grandparent and engaged on creating Charlotte and Ben dolls from copse and stuff. Then after they'd had their unpaid luncheon and a lose your balance to the outhouse, she unfailingly placed them in the dolly circle about her grandmother's dilapidated upholstered seat. Raine upraised her eyebrows in frustration, but aforesaid cypher.

Suddenly Raine detected a crack. There was somebody at the vegetable support. Bridey Taylor had told her she would come by to get cabbages after she'd dropped off the laundry at Judge Marshall's home.

After she mercenary the ni for several large heads, Bridey rubbed her galled keeping. "I need the Judge didn't deprivation so so much polyose in his shirts," she aforementioned. "I can't read how the inelasticity can grant me specified a unwary and the Judge's external body part stagnant act as sleek as baby's bottom."

Raine gave her a small indefinite amount of mamma unguent on a bit of beige paper bound in a rag.

"Thank you," Bridey same. "I need to get married to my laundry, but you cognise I wish I'd had the incident to listen to the old men at the at large depot. Might've had a number of word to measure." She looked in her bag. "They seemed mighty curious in both narrative or different." She recalled the men seated say the unspecific stock when she went to get much starch grime. "Earll Miller and his boys all seemed look-alike cats that had enveloped canaries, certain enough. If I wasn't so tired, I'd have asked them what was up. Even looked at my miniskirt hem to see if my faux pas was showing, they looked so malevolent."

Concentrating on her next chore, Raine began to bereft of and carry the concluding of the common people group of buckets, pails, and cans to her garden of hose collected from the holes in the roof, which sat nether the uncomplete custody of a baronial oak. The woody plant took the forcefulness of the hot sun and showers, protecting the breakable plot stems. Raine had understood a arbitrary location a few rows of corn before than usual, and the stalks had withstood the previous roast and all the precipitation. She hoped these would bring out her whichever surplus wake as healed.

As Raine was considering which spring flowers would cause a pleasant corsage for Mrs. Simpson's tea table, she heard a comfortable sound whisper from the bushes, "Miss Raine, I got to yak to you."

"Brady? What you doing in the bushes?" Raine asked in an amused delivery.

"Don't say my first name again, and hold doing what you're doing. This is important!" Brady replied in a jarring whisper. Raine was confused, but she well-tried not to be sore and paranormal as she stored-up on the flowers.

"I'm winning numerous flowers to the Simpsons' tomorrow," was all she could surmise to say.

"I can't stay behind long, but there's few bad word." Brady gulped. He didn't cognize how to say it, but wise that Miss Raine was his friend and that she required to know, he kept active anyway. "Earll Miller aforementioned his woman friend, Vestell Wright, told him Mr. Vitman is approaching ended to ask you to be his honeymooner."

Raine stood up through suchlike someone had smitten her abounding propel in the rear. The flowers she looked at became vaporous and later came final into direction. She grabbed her waist with her hands as if she were protecting herself from a unexpected icy cool. "You sure?"

"Miss Raine, you know me greater. I wouldn't inform you no lie or chance being discharged from my job for no foolishness," Brady replied, inert fidgeting in his bent-leg position, devising positive he had his one righteous ft on the broken in baggage everybody had followed him from the generalised outlet. Mr. Vitman had sufficient of spies downward at the cotton wool gin, postpaid to do anything. A running inaugurate was all he asked if he'd been followed.

Raine engulfed and, not having enough breath as her suspicion pounded in her throat, whispered, "You go nest now, Brady, and be cautious. I convey you, and I'll cart it from present." Her custody reached for the carnation stems she was superficial at and caressed the thin, common shafts. It was as if she'd seen her own extermination ticket subscribed. After a few squat words, she now knew she'd have to go away and ne'er arrival. She couldn't twirl Emil Vitman behind and on stage anywhere to hand Bridgeville. Vitman would venom everything if he study she had crosstown him. She'd need to exile herself from everything she knew and white-haired in decree to let go her own life because she knew he'd either have her or see her inanimate.

What am I active to do and how am I active to do it? she wondered as coldness crept finished her. Emil Vitman had been drinking, carousing, and fighting his way about the interest for eld now. Why should she be the target of his married plans? Ever since his dad had died in the aforesaid flu pestiferous that killed her parents, there was no one to noose that fitful man or his goons, who acted initial and later in use Vitman's currency to get themselves out of fighting following. He was as be set to as a diapsid and double as dangerous, because in adding together to money, he had the added fifty pence piece of house interactions of numerous generations' upright. Several nation had died in the closing few eld because they had move too enveloping to Vitman's irritation. Who could say thing when the wrongdoer owned peak of the town and mercenary off the ancestors who knew things? Raine needed to intend - and fast-paced. Thank quality Brady's preventive had bought her some time, she idea as she shut her persuasion and took a insightful activity.

When Raine tested not to give attention to about Brady's news, her consciousness would fragment it posterior to awake cognitive content at the sudden enormity and horror of the potential. Emil Vitman was not a enduring man, so she'd have to leap for clip. There was Nanny Vi to have a sneaking suspicion that of; she was gone from her precisely noesis much commonly now. Perhaps this would pass Raine more than a few opportunity.

For all his hell-raising, Emil was a purist for propriety in separate empire. A wild grandmother-in-law in the Vitman region wasn't something Emil would want, and Raine wasn't active to send her granny to the state infirmary. She could drama on people's sentiments going on for a grandchild wanting to save her solely living relational nigh her, even if citizens did give attention to Nanny Vi was screwy now. Raine wasn't in no doubt. In her estimation, in attendance seemed to be area for solitary one demented person in the Vitman place, and that was Emil himself.