Show THE fa FICTION CT I 1 ON CORMER leom WELL ILL OF THE wl WIND by WILLIAM BRANDON J I 1 10 RS I 1 HACKETT f found her in the th bedroom crying 91 she sha stood ir in the doorway and said grimly 1 I 1 came in to borrow some sugar sylvie Sylvi eThe the door was open so I 1 just walked in now what on earths wrong with you syl sylvia v la sat up and dried her eyes her starched gingham skirt was wrinkled and her black hair was tan tangled a and n d dis disordered d d A curling strand of it hung down beside her nose like an ink stain A pin had come out 0 of f her imitation lace collar and it had fallen alien down to catch in the red buckle at her waist she said shakily Il hello lello mrs hackett N mrs hackett drew down the cor ners ot of her mouth nothing my foot it its a because of chip wanting to pull up stakes and go to canton it ot of course it Is sylvia slapped the lock ot of hair out of he her r eyes 1 I wont be a boomers wife 11 she oared flared 1 I mm mrs hackett said sourly A boys will Is the winds will a poem its the truest thing 1 in the world dont do no good to ag fight ht against tt it remember that and yo ull have it easier 1 1 1 bs be boomers b boom I 1 won wont t a or ers wife I 1 wont drag around to one ona mill after another all my life and never have anything no home and no no noth nothings nol hingl ingI I 1 well its his job it if he wants to throw it away it its just as much mine min a as it Is his hal 1 I 1 dont believe in that old idea that a womans comans just a a slave to follow a man around at wh whatever alever he happens to want to dol oh you dont mrs hackett said and just what can you do a bout about ita it sylvia bowed her head and ecru scrubbed b bed unhappily at her cheeks with her handkerchief 1 I dont know she sobbed 11 of course you dont youre nothing 0 g but a child mrs hackett sniffed be twenty years finding out what to do and by that time it its I 1 a too late to do you any good unless theres somebody around to tell you to begin with somebody who knows sylvia was not impressed what could you tell me mrs hackett what could anyone do ive argued with him until im almost crazy but he he even listen any more hes got his mind set on moving on to something different that wont b be a any different at all and then hell want to go again and 11 A boys will is the winds wa will said mrs hackett what the poem says its just as true of a man or an old man tor for that matter the older they get the truer it gets I 1 reckon only they kind of give up trying to do anything about it after so long a time she pushed up het her lower up lip and looked down her nose at sylvia like mr hackett sylvia looked up startled you rnea mean mr hackett used to want T t to 0 he was the hardest man to hold d down own in this town lie he got tired of everything that was his trouble its a sort of laziness all it Is but he stuck here he stuck all right why sylvia walled what did you do well mrs hackett ackett II said you can take it lor for what its worth sylvia it worked with mr hackett I 1 know that but what was it whenever he worked himself up to a pitch about cutting loose and chasing away some place after something he thought was better I 1 simply gave him his way sylvia looked disappointed and puzzled oh 11 but mrs hackett said profoundly fo he know it I 1 took him on a trip just a week or so and I 1 kept him on the jump every minute of it I 1 always liked little trips around anyway well by the time that man would get home again held hed be ba so tired ot of jumping around that he have hava left they were gone six days each dai da sylvia had them up and driving a daylight and she kept on the lob job circuiting the sights at the next stop until late at night she called chip to stop often at roadside standi stand where she purchased carved orna ments and bumpy pottery she plied him with hot dogs sofi sob drinks and dad bad coffee she was sur bur pr sed and delighted at t the glazed look that appeared appealed in his eyes or the third day mrs hackett came over the day da after they returned she said and paused expectantly holding the cup of 0 sugar in bobb hands he went back to work today sylvia said there was a littlest list lesi lest note in her voice he said anything about going to canton for days mm and what did he say when he got home she pursed her lips that he ae never thought it would look so good to him sylvia nodded she sat down on i a kitchen chair and swung one tool foot and watched it pensively just exactly she said you wont even be able to got gel him to stir out of the house to a pie 4 S 90 L they went up into michigan west to wisconsin down thi through rough BlInne sota and iowa and st louis to memphis tor for a pension asension that mrs hackett said is something you find out about men sylvia they like to start but they like getting back bach a whole lot more sylvia said doubtfully it sound like chip would maybe he im the last person in the world to try to give folks advice sylvia nobody wants it and I 1 guess everyone has to sew his own seam anyway but mr hackett says shutting down for a week for or the tha millwrights gang and it if chip was to spend that we week it in a cy car bouncing along from one place to another without even a chance to catch his breath well a boys will Is the winds will 1 and the wind can change in a minute te but what it if he want to 9 go mm you teu tell him you want a little vacation before you move to canton if he thinks youve given in about that hell take you you try it and see they went up into michigan west to wisconsin down through minnesota and iowa and st louis to memphis east to knoxville and up through louisville to come home ture show tor for a month I 1 told you winds will that a the poem all alike she put the cup of sugar on the kitchen cabinet and looked at sylvia and frowned but I 1 say you look so happy about it sylvie but youre tired sylvia stopped swinging her toot foot and rested her chin on her hands she sighed and said only of this town I 1 guess I 1 was just thinking when we came back yesterday and it looked so so old and so shabby and du lland tiresome and I 1 thought that well spend all our lives here mrs hackett drew back and regarded her and then said again defensively fen youre just tired sylvie sylvia looked up and her eyes were sparkling but im not she said 1 I had a wonderful time |