Fannie Flagg - Standing in the Rainbow

"I broke it," she lied.

"Well, don't tell Gerta. Tell her you're saving it for special occasions."

Ida suddenly noticed something different about the way Norma looked.

"What in the world happened to your hair? Why is it all fuzzy like that?"

"Tot Whooten."

"Say no more."

Norma sat down at the table. "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"What?"

"You said you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Oh yes. Now, Norma, I want you to know that I have thought about this a great deal. Now that you are grown and married, it's time we had a woman-to-woman talk. After all, you're my daughter and you should benefit from what little wisdom I have gained over the years. After many years of careful observation, I have come to a conclusion." Norma waited while Ida paused for effect as she always did when she was stating one of her ten thousand conclusions. "Norma, women are simply going to have to take over this world and that's all there is to it. All men want to do is start wars and show off in front of each other."

She leaned over and looked out the window to make sure that no man was around to hear. "I am beginning to think that most of them don't get past age twelve not your daddy, of course, thank God; he is a sensible and adult man but if I hadn't been around, who knows? Men are just like gar dens. You have to tend to them every day or they just can go to seed. It's a sad fact that I have had to learn the hard way. Men without women to guide them lose all their training."

Norma looked somewhat skeptical.

"Norma, it's the truth. Look at what happened in the American West. Now that is how men act if you let them, never bathing, always shooting Indians and buffaloes and one another, drinking and gambling and I don't know what all. It wasn't until decent, respectable women went west that they straightened up and started behaving themselves. And don't forge tit the men that stir up all the mischief in this world. Let me ask you this… if women were in charge of everything, do you think we would have so many fatherless little orphans in this world? You know, the male lion even eats his young if the mother is not careful."

"Mother, what do lions have to do with anything? "

"It proves my point. Norma, you have to watch them every minute or they will revert back to jungle ways."

"Oh, Mother, Daddy is not like that."

"I know he isn't now not when he's with us but I hate to disillusion you, my girl: no matter how well-bred they may be or how nice they may act in polite society, you put a group of men alone in a cabin for a week and if you think they bother to use their napkins or set the table or even have the courtesy to shave, you are sadly mistaken. Now, I'm not saying they can help it, all I am saying is that in order for this world to keep on progressing the women have got to run things. The trick is to do it without them knowing it."

After her mother left she dialed the hardware store. When he picked up she said, "Macky, will you promise me one thing?"

"What?"

"If I ever start acting like my mother, will you just take out a gun and shoot me?"

When Betty Raye had started her senior year at Elmwood Springs T T as the new girl in school, she had naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Also having been a gospel singer, she had been quite an oddity for the first couple of weeks but after the initial curiosity about her had worn off she'd more or less faded into the background. It would have been difficult for anybody entering into a class where most of the students had been together since the first grade to fit in but it was doubly hard for Betty Raye. She certainly did not stand out in a crowd and the boys her age were most definitely not interested in this thin, rather plain girl wearing blue plastic glasses. Some of the girls tried their best to bring her into the conversation at lunch or invite her to the drugstore for a soda, but she was so shy she never said much of anything. After a while they gave up. They figured she did not have much of a personality or was probably some sort of religious nut.

They did not dislike her they just stopped trying to get to know her.

So Betty Raye did not go anywhere except to school and back and sometimes to a movie with the family but that was really fine with her.

She was happy just to come home and Dorothy was glad to have her. In fact, she was a big help. Dorothy received hundreds of letters a week and Betty Raye helped her sort them out and put her recipe letters in one pile, her requests and announcements in another. Betty Raye also helped Bobby, only Dorothy did not know about that. Sometimes when he could not figure out his math or English problems he would sneak over to her room and she would do them for him. Mother Smith, who loved to play cards, was teaching Betty Raye how to play and was amazed at how quickly she learned. After a few days a pleased Mother Smith confided to Dorothy, "That girl is a natural-born card sharp. I wouldn't be surprised if she was playing bridge by the end of the week."

Everything seemed to be going along smoothly until one day in early November.

Dorothy was at the A & P picking out some russet potatoes when Pauline Tuttle, the high school English teacher, a tall woman without much of a chin, came in the door. She spotted Dorothy and came right over and asked in a loud voice, "Well, how is our Anna Lee doing? Have you heard from her?"

"She's just fine, Pauline. She says she's doing so well and apparently loves it up there."

"I knew she would. I always said if anyone succeeds in this world, it will be Anna Lee Smith."

"I'll tell her you asked about her."

"Of all the students I have had she was one of my smartest girls straight A's and so pretty."

"Thank you, I appreciate that. And how is my little boarder Betty Raye doing?"

Pauline suddenly frowned and picked up a paper sack. "I was going to call you and talk to you about that, Dorothy. I'm afraid we have a serious problem."

Dorothy was alarmed. "What is it?"

"She does well with her paperwork but it's in classroom participation where she falls down. She never raises her hand and when I do call on her she just mumbles and says she doesn't know the answer." Pauline picked up a potato and looked at it. "When I know full well she does. She just will not speak up. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Dorothy, but the girl has absolutely no verbal skills whatsoever!" She then threw a large red tomato in her bag to emphasize the point. "The few times I did call on her to recite I thought she was going to faint dead away, so I just don't call on her anymore."

"Oh dear, that's not good," said Dorothy.

"No, it is not good."

Miss Tuttle threw an onion in the same sack. "That little girl is never going to amount to anything in this world if she does not learn to assert herself and she most certainly will not be making the grades she should be making."

"We knew she was a little timid."

"Dangerously so, and if we don't nip this in the bud right here and now, her entire future may be at stake. She may be left behind forever."

Now Dorothy was truly alarmed. "Oh dear. What can we do?"

"I was thinking she should join the Drama Club as soon as possible. Maybe Miss Hatcher can do something with her, teach her to express herself, speak up, speak out. It may be her only hope." She picked up a head of lettuce, weighed it in her hand, and put it back down. "It's so hard to fix dinner for just one. You can't buy a half a head of lettuce. You're lucky you have a big family to cook for. If you want me to talk to Betty Raye, I will."

"No, thank you. No, let me see what I can do first. Well, nice to see you, Pauline."

As she walked away Miss Tuttle called out, "Tell Anna Lee to drop me a line when she has time."