(excerpt from Hogue’s 1st section, musings about his partner Cobb when they’re visiting the house of a Black woman who Cobb goes to church with and her daughter) – from my novel, Temperatures, published by Winding Road Stories
“Cobb says his pastor was never much for anything racist.
Believes the Lord holds everybody in the same esteem. Said the
pastor’s son runs services now, and he took after him. Always has
made sure to go against hatred of any kind, that that’s what Jesus
would do. Ballsiest pastor I ever heard of. Ignorant but ballsy.
He made sure to tell me these are good people. I told him jails
are full up with nothing but good people, to hear them tell it. Cell
after cell of good people who claim they got themselves in a bad
way.
We follow Miss Florrie down a long hall. Goes on forever. Feels
like that endless stretch of highway between rest stops. We finally
step into a kitchen. A woman’s sitting up to a table with her head
laid on top of her arms on it.
Wished I’d waited in the car. I could’ve. Sure as hell didn’t sign
up for all this today. Just supposed to be riding along, picking up a
thing or two. My C.O.’s hell bent on my rehabilitation. Not sure
why. Never has liked me much. Guess if a son of a gun like me
comes back over to Johnston all reformed, it’ll take some heat
off him.
Miss Florrie walks over by the woman.
“Rae,” Miss Florrie coos real gentle to her, rubbing her back
slow. “Rae, the officers are here.”
The woman shoots up, wide eyed like lightening just shot clear
through the roof and jolted her awake. Odd to me she’d be asleep at
a time like this. She’s darker than her mama’s making the whites of
her eyes even whiter. Her hair’s done in those real tight rows that
takes a long ass time. What she said about how long she was in the
beauty shop is more believable now.
“Mama! You let ‘em inside?” she starts hollering for all she’s
worth. “Why? Mama why?”
Miss Florrie don’t answer. She bends over, slips her arms in
around her, pulling her close, whispering. And whatever it is, Rae
calms—a wild horse easing into the rope. She lets her mama help
her rise to her feet. They walk over to Cobb.
“You remember Mitchum. Y’all come up together over at the
church, member? An’ this is his partner, Mr…Mr—”
“Hogue. Hogue ma’am,” I say.
“That’s right. Mr. Hogue, an’ they jus’ need you to come down to
the station with ‘em so they can get it all down an’ you can tell ‘em
all about what happened, tha’s all.” Miss Florrie’s coaxing. Wish we
could take her with us when we gotta bring in Jed again next week
after he’s drunk off his ass and tearing up Merl’s bar.
Cobb don’t take out his cuffs, he offers Rae his arm, and I get it.
Wouldn’t touch her myself less it was to cuff her, but he’s got his
own kumbaya kind of ways. Worse comes to worse, I’ll chase her
down if she bolts once we get outside.
Getting tired of him expecting me to be the one to give chase
when it’s called for though, all on account of me being the one who
actually goes to the gym. Seems like the more I work out, the more
double cheeseburgers he orders.
Rae links her shaky arm in Cobb’s. I trail behind, down the
hallway. Miss Florrie’s trailing me. I can hear her whispering
prayers all along the way.
“Lord, help my child. Lord, help her.”
“Now you just keep your eyes on me, Rae. Alright? Right on me,”
Cobb instructs in that fatherly voice he has.
Watching him walking along with this woman, small enough she
looks like a scared little girl there beside him, I wonder again, as I
have throughout my time with him, how he ever got himself tied up
in law enforcement. His tender heart can’t have long left. To hear
Jolie tell it, my heart turned to stone within the first six months of
me being on the job. Said my heart was already about the hardest of
anyone she knows anyhow. Bullshit. Adaptation’s what they’d call it
if we were any other species. Since we’re human, people say I’m hard
hearted. In my book, it’s called toughening up and growing a pair.“
That is an excellent piece of writing. It is up there with Thomas Wolfe. -Rick
“We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.” – Amanda Gorman
Thanks Rick👍just an excerpt of ch1 of Temp. Moving to the sticks due to Covid birthed this tale. Everything is a birth of sorts…