Fannie Flagg - Standing in the Rainbow

After they got the cookies and the sandwiches, Minnie said, "I'll bring your plate back in the morning. We'll be here at nine sharp for your show, so don't you worry," and they drove off, leaving Betty Raye standing alone on the sidewalk.

A little too brightly Anna Lee said, "Hi, I'm Anna Lee, welcome."

Dorothy pulled him over and said, "And this is Bobby."

Bobby said, "Hello."

Betty Raye looked down at the sidewalk and nodded. There was an awkward moment when they all just stood there but Dorothy jumped in with "Come on in and let's get you settled. Bobby, take her suitcase."

Bobby, who had been fascinated, staring at her odd dress, said, "Oh… O.K.," and took it from her, immediately asking, "Hey, is this made out of cardboard?"

Dorothy shot him a look. "I was just wondering," he said.

Betty Raye, who was used to staying with strangers wherever she went, seemed resigned to the situation and followed behind them, waiting to be told where to go. She said nothing until she was taken to Anna Lee's room. Dorothy opened the door and announced, "And this will be your room while you're here."

The large sunny room with the big white-lace canopy bed and the floral wallpaper looked like something out of a magazine. Anna Lee and Dorothy had worked all morning to get it ready. Dorothy had washed and starched the curtains to make the room as nice and as cheerful as possible for her arrival. They all waited for her to go on in first, but Betty Raye did not move from the doorway. Then she looked up at Dorothy, almost cringing, and asked in an apologetic voice, "Mrs. Smith, do you have anywhere else I could stay?"

Dorothy was completely taken aback. This was the last thing in the world they had expected to hear. "Oh," she said. "Don't you like this room? Is there anything wrong?"

"No, ma'am."

Dorothy was at a loss. All she could come up with was "Oh dear."

Bobby jumped in with a bad idea. "Hey, you can stay in my room if you want to. I've got all kinds of stuff in there."

"No, Bobby, she's not staying in your room. I'm just trying to think of where else you might like. We can take a look around if you like."

Betty Raye cringed again and almost whispered a scared little: "Would you mind?"

Thoroughly flustered, Dorothy said, "No of course not, you're our guest. We want you to be happy."

As the three of them followed behind Betty Raye like a small parade all over the house from room to room, Dorothy glanced over at her daughter and threw her hands up and shook her head, as if to say silently, "I don't know what she's doing, do you?" But Anna Lee was suddenly enjoying this strange turn of events and did not respond. Instead, she just looked up in the air and innocently batted her eyes with an attitude that translated as "Don't look at me, you're the one who invited her." And at that moment Dorothy could have pinched her head off.

Betty Raye had almost gone through the entire house when she opened the door to the little sewing room off the sunporch. She looked in and pointed to the day bed that was against the wall, covered with old scraps of material and patterns. "Can I stay here?"

Dorothy, crushed, said, "Why yes, I suppose you can… but it's just a little hole in the wall no bigger than a closet. There's not even a place to hang your clothes. Wouldn't you really feel better having a nice big bedroom with your own bathroom?"

But Betty Raye said, "No, ma'am, this will be fine."

Dorothy tried to be cheerful. "Well, all right, we want you to be happy while you are here. Anna Lee, help me get all this stuff off the bed, and let's fold up the ironing board."

That night at dinner Betty Raye hardly ate a thing. She spoke only when spoken to and even that was minimal. Doc had just gotten home in time for dinner and tried to chat with her. He asked pleasantly, "So, Betty Raye, how do you like your room?"

Bobby piped up. "She didn't like it. She's sleeping in the sewing room."

Doc looked at Dorothy. "Why is she sleeping in the sewing room? I thought she was going to stay in Anna Lee's." There was a pause you could have driven a truck through as Dorothy tried to come up with a tactful answer. But Bobby, oblivious to the awkwardness of the moment, noticed that their visitor did not have much of an appetite and took this opportunity to inquire, "If she doesn't want her dessert, can I have it?"

After dinner, without saying a word, Betty Raye went to the kitchen and stood by the sink, ready to help wash dishes. When Dorothy realized what she was doing she said, "Oh no, dear, you are a guest. You run on and enjoy yourself. Mother Smith and I will take care of this." Betty Raye seemed surprised but went straight to her room and closed the door. When Anna Lee, who had been dragging games out of the closet so they could play, came in and asked where she was, Dorothy said, "I'm not sure but I think she's already gone to bed."

"But it's only seven o'clock."

"Maybe she's tired from her trip, honey," Dorothy said.

"Well," said Anna Lee, "I guess we won't be playing Monopoly, will we?"

Later, before Dorothy had joined them on the front porch, Mother Smith confided to Doc, "She's an odd little person, isn't she?"

That first night Mother Smith had thought Betty Raye was odd, but the next morning, after having encountered the entire Oatman clan in all its glory, including mystery man Uncle Floyd Oatman, complete with his Scripture-quoting ventriloquist's dummy named Chester, who wore a cowboy hat and proceeded to sing "Jesus Put a Yodel in My Heart," she changed her mind. Once she had seen the rest of the Oatman family, she quickly realized that Betty Raye was the best of the lot. After they left and Betty Raye went back to her room, Mother Smith whispered to Dorothy, "Good God, no wonder she's a little peculiar. Who can blame her? "

At exactly 9:15 they had all piled out of the car and banged into the house like an invading army, and had eaten every one of the six dozen cookies in the entrance hall in less than ten seconds. During their segment on the show Minnie took over Mother Smith's organ and almost pumped it to death. After the group had done three songs, Chester the dummy announced in his high squeaky voice, "Don't forget, folks, starting tonight we're all gonna be at the Highway 78 Church of Christ annual dinner on the ground and tent revival all week there gonna be a whole lot of good singing… good eats… and soul saving, so come on out!" And then they all piled back in the car and left. The rest of the living room audience that day had thoroughly enjoyed their singing, particularly Beatrice Woods, the Little Blind Songbird, who had loved every song they sang and had clapped her hands in delight when Chester the dummy had yodeled. Mother Smith, not quite so enthralled, was glad to get her organ back in one piece. The fact that Betty Raye wore homemade clothes or was a gospel singer didn't make a bit of difference to Bobby. He was delighted to have another person in the house.

It gave him someone new to show off in front of The second morning he waited until he saw Betty Raye go into the kitchen for breakfast. Just as she sat down at the table with Dorothy and Mother Smith, they heard a strange eerie whistle coming from down the hall. Then, wearing his father's long overcoat with the collar turned up over his ears and a big gray felt hat pulled down over his eyes, Bobby appeared in the doorway and in an odd voice announced to the room, "I am the Whistler and I know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Yes… I know the nameless terrors of which they do not speak!" And then he disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared, laughing maniacally all the way down the hall.