James Hannaham - Delicious Foods

But somehow in the confusion that dominated the scene, TT placed a pair of bolt cutters in Sirius’s palms and gestured for him to make an attempt at freeing Eddie’s hands. Sirius rose from his conversation with Darlene and moved toward Eddie, delicately testing the tool. After a few moments of paralysis, he worked the cutters into a bunch of different areas but couldn’t do more than snip little wounds into the sides of the chain and expose some of the sheathing on the cable. Then he tried using the bolt cutters to free Eddie from the hole in the door, but there was a long rusty metal guard running the length of it, which prevented him from making even a tiny slice.

Take the damn door off the hinges, Darlene wheezed.

But Michelle thought that would only saddle him with a gigantic piece of equipment and keep him grounded even more than if they hadn’t done a thing.

In a silent, creeping way, it became obvious to Eddie, though nobody breathed the words, that the easiest way to get him free — something that the others had probably started thinking about a long time before he understood it — would be for him to leave his hands behind.

Tuck kept saying, Now we could get you free, we could get you free. But for the first few times he said it, Eddie thought Tuck meant to encourage himself ; it didn’t dawn on Eddie that perhaps Tuck wanted it to seem like Eddie had come up with the idea first. And when he realized what Tuck meant, and why he wouldn’t be more specific, Eddie’s head filled with a rage hotter than the blue flame at the end of a blowtorch.

He didn’t say anything for a long time as the others milled around, discussing options. Instead he tried to explain the complexity of the situation to himself in his head, and then by looking back and forth in a certain way between Tuck and Sirius B. Never at Darlene. Tuck and Sirius semicircled his dangling body anxiously, not so much keeping their distance as seeming to fear the next step; apparently neither of them could muster the energy required to move forward. A sympathetic tingle passed through Eddie’s nerves and veins, and he felt sharply that he shouldn’t take his fury out on them, as they were victims too, nearly to the same degree.

With the time we have, I don’t see an alternative, Sirius fretted.

Doctors can put em back nowadays, Tuck said. He had found the circular saw. He held it, unplugged, in his right hand, almost casually, as if he planned to use the blade to scratch an itch on his forearm. We’ll save em, he said, and then repeated the phrase.

Eddie’s anger rose even higher. More than anything else, he wanted, ridiculously, to show Tuck that he wasn’t holding the saw properly. Idiot, he thought. Sirius busied himself by gathering up a few of the longer pieces of the sheathed cable; Eddie tried to catch his mother’s eye, but she appeared to be having an intense discussion with Scotty — she wouldn’t look at Eddie or come close to him in a way that somebody might later connect with what was about to happen.

We’ll put em on ice, my man, Tuck said. Eddie listened to his voice for any undercurrent of payback. The songs of Willie “Mad Dog” Walker played loudly in his head.

Tuck plugged the saw into a plastic adapter that screwed into a light socket. He tested the distance between the end of its slack and Eddie’s position at the door, then tugged on the cord attached to the lightbulb and moved the whole operation when he found that it wasn’t quite close enough to do the job accurately.

I can’t do it, he said.

Do you mean you can’t reach, or you can’t do it? Eddie asked.

Can’t do it. Just can’t. Can’t even look at the doing of it. It’s too…He took a long frowning pause.

After all that, you’re going to go soft?

Go soft? I am soft, bruh, he said. When it come to something like this.

Sirius decided that the group should quickly make some rules about the procedure. He suggested that Eddie close his eyes so that he wouldn’t know who had done the job. But that didn’t pan out when Michelle said it would be obvious once he opened them again, and everybody else would know and give it away, so he’d find out immediately no matter what.

You should all come in close, Eddie said. Then it won’t be so obvious.

Nobody liked that idea.

At last Tuck found a way to loop the power cord from the circular saw over a nail sticking out of the door above Eddie. The saw swung there like a pendulum, like the border between Eddie’s life before and who knew what. Eddie would need only to raise his wrists toward the blades if somebody stuck the plug in and the power went on.

Darlene spoke up, voicing her hopes. Maybe the saw will cut through the chain and the chain will fall off? she said. But that went against what everybody else could see would happen, and what Michelle and Tuck had braced themselves to deal with. Their brows knotted together.

I hope so, Mama, Eddie said hopelessly, as his anger crested, like a fever breaking, and fear took its place. He stared toward his mother. Darlene took a very quick glance at him and their eyes met for an instant.

Looking back later, from the distance of St. Cloud, Eddie would say that he reckoned he’d done well. Best thing that ever happened to me! he’d say. How could I have become the Handyman Without Hands if I had hands? I wouldn’t give up that experience for anything in the world. It’s unique, it set me apart from any other Negro stranger, especially up in St. Cloud. I do believe that God called me to be the Handyman Without Hands. People who have everything and everything works, those folks don’t even notice that they have it. But set an obstacle in a man’s way and he can see his whole life differently — not that everybody in my position could’ve done what I did. But if you’re stubborn like me, and you have to struggle to do what other people seem to do without trying — hell, without even thinking about trying — it changes your thoughts and your behavior. People who get the special treats of life think it’s easy, think anybody can do what they’ve done. I’ve seen some rich folks focus so hard on everybody they think is above them and who gets more than they do that they actually think they’re on the bottom. I tell you, the bottom is crackheads like TT and Michelle and Hannibal and my mom, out in that boiling heat, hunting for a brown lime on a barren tree. No, there’s worse than that. But it’s so much worse that if you saw it, you’d quit the human race.

Sirius apologized, then began to sing a slow ballad that Eddie didn’t recognize — badly — until Tuck asked him to shut up.

Eddie closed his eyes, stiffened his wrists, and imagined what was to come. Immediately he forced himself to think of something else — his backyard in Ovis, a rare memory of his father watching him play in the sun on a breezy Saturday.

The solution everyone agreed upon, to protect the identity of the cutter and to reduce Eddie’s terror, was that he would wear a blindfold. Darlene knelt behind him, wrapping a sweatshirt over his face. I can’t stay, Eddie heard his mother whisper to him. I’m going to walk as far away from this barn as I can so I don’t have to hear anything, I’ll cover my ears and I’ll wait right outside with these rags once I get the all-clear. It’s too much.

But I’ll be okay. Tuck says it’s temporary and they’ll get reattached. And by then we’ll be out of here.

Right, she said. Of course.

His mother’s reassurance did not sound convincing, but he had to admit he hadn’t convinced himself of what he’d said either.

I reckon I’m a weak person. Darlene sighed. I get sick of myself sometimes. I just go along with life because I can’t think myself out of the things I get into. I can’t move on. I can’t do that to Nat. I owe him.