Fannie Flagg - Standing in the Rainbow

"She's a damn liar… I never took no damn fudge," the boy said.

"She's not accusing you of stealing. She…"

"Well, she's a crazy damn old fool. I never took no candy."

Luther Griggs got all puffed up. "You heard my boy, he never took no damn candy. You calling my boy a liar?"

"No. I'm not. I just wanted to make sure he wasn't sick. The candy might not have been… uh, not made with the right ingredients." Macky looked closely at the little boy. "Are you sure you feel all right, son? That candy didn't make you sick? "

"I never took no candy."

"Well, all right then, as long as you are all right. But if you do feel sick, call me… Here's my number." He wrote it down for them.

In truth, Luther Jr. had grabbed the candy but when he took one bite it was so bad he spit it out and threw the rest over the Whatleys' fence.

Macky walked in the door at Aunt Elner's and winked at Norma.

"Well, Aunt Elner, I've got bad news for you. They're still alive. Too bad. You might have gotten a medal from the town if you had wiped them all out."

Norma said, "I'm glad you can joke about it. We came very close to having Aunt Elner wind up in the state penitentiary. Wouldn't that have been nice for Linda, having her great-aunt sitting up on Death Row."

Macky laughed.

Norma looked at him. "Laugh if you want, Macky, but she would never have gotten into a decent sorority!"

It was some time after the memorial before Betty Raye could get up the nerve to do something she had wanted to do for a long time. She asked State Trooper Ralph Childress to let her out a half block away and when she reached the front of the building in Kansas City a uniformed doorman tipped his hat saying, "May I help you, ma'am?"

She fumbled around in her purse. "Uh, I'm here to see Mrs. Vita Green?"

"Yes, ma'am. Who shall I say is calling?"

Betty Raye, who was wearing a scarf and sunglasses, panicked. She had not realized she would be announced. She almost turned around and left but she figured she had come this far, she might as well come out with it. She said almost inaudibly, "Tell her it's Mrs. Sparks."

"Yes, ma'am." He pushed a button. "Mrs. Green, I have a Mrs. Sparks here to see you."

There was a pause. He repeated the name "Mrs. Sparks" and there was another long interval.

Betty Raye's heart was pounding so hard she wanted to run. After a moment, he hung up and said, "Go right in. Take the elevator up to fourteen, get off, and take a left up the stairs. Turn right and you will see ISA."

"Thank you," she said and got in the elevator and almost threw up.

Vita was caught a little off guard by this unexpected visit. Her first thought was to say that she was not home. But she might as well get this over with, so why not today? She had no idea why the woman was here but she guessed that whatever the reason, it was not going to be a pleasant one. She called out to her maid, who was in the kitchen.

"Bridget, answer the door and tell the lady I'll be right out." She went to her bedroom to get some clothes on. After all this time it was still hard to even get up and get dressed.

When Betty Raye got off the elevator, she walked up the stairs. When she reached the door she pushed the buzzer to the apartment and the noise made her jump. After a moment the door opened and Bridget was prepared to say, as she had a hundred times, "Please come right in and have a seat. Mrs. Green will be with you shortly," but when she recognized Betty Raye from the pictures she had seen of her in the papers all she could do was to drop her mouth open and stare. Betty Raye was surprised as well; she had steeled herself, expecting Vita

Green to be standing on the other side of the door. Finally she asked, "Is this Mrs. Green's apartment?"

Bridget managed a "Yes, ma'am."

"Is she in?"

"I'll go see."

She ran and threw open the bedroom door white as a ghost, her eyes wide with fright. "The archbishop's wife is here. She's at the door right now. What do you want me to do? Are you here?"

Vita was sitting at her dressing table, calmly putting on her lipstick.

"It's all right, I'll handle it."

"I can tell her you just left town."

"No, but if you hear a gunshot call the police."

"Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Bridget said.

Vita smiled and patted her hand. "Just kidding," she said but thought to herself, I hope, and walked out to greet Betty Raye, who was still standing at the door. Vita was as smooth as silk and acted as if she were saying hello to just another acquaintance and not the wife of the man who had been the love of her life. "Governor Sparks, I'm sorry you had to wait but I was not dressed. Won't you come in?"

Betty Raye's knees were weak as she stepped into the living room. The entire apartment had a faint scent of Shalimar perfume, a familiar smell. Hamm always had the aroma on him.

"Have a seat, Governor. May I offer you coffee, tea?"

"Oh no, thank you. Just a glass of water, if you don't mind."

"Certainly. Bridget, would you please bring Governor Sparks a glass of water."

After they sat, Vita said, "I'm sure you know how sorry I am and all of us on the arts council are for your loss."

Betty Raye nodded. "Oh yes, and I appreciated your note and flowers."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

Betty looked around. "You have a beautiful apartment."

"Thank you." This was the first time the two women had seen each other since their brief meeting a few years ago, and Betty Raye found that she still felt like an awkward schoolgirl around Vita. Vita, now sitting across from her, wearing earrings made of two huge chunks of lime green crystal stones the same color as her eyes, was still one of the most glamorous women she had ever seen.

Vita was doing some observing of her own. She had seen plenty of pictures of Betty Raye, of course, and there were those few hurried seconds when they had met at the Wheeler party, but now that she had a chance to study her up close, it was a different thing. She saw a woman with nice enough features, nothing outstanding, but there was something about her eyes she had not noticed before. And she sat there wondering what it was. Her hands were long and graceful, her mouth generous in a way that saved a too thin face, but it was still her eyes that had caught Vita off guard again. She had not expected that.

When Bridget brought her a glass of water, Betty Raye took it and smiled and said, "Thank you."

Vita suddenly figured out what it was she saw in her eyes and where she had seen it before. Betty Raye's eyes had the same guileless look in them as a little female dog she had once had. There was a sweetness about them, mixed with sadness and something else, and all at once Vita realized that this woman was not going to shoot anybody. She was the one who was frightened. She told Bridget she could go and that she would call her if she needed her for anything else. The maid shot her an "Are you sure?" look and Vita nodded to reassure her.

They sat looking at each other. Finally Betty Raye spoke. "Mrs. Green, I thought I had a reason to come here but right now I can't remember what it was. I feel like a fool all I've done, I'm afraid, is to embarrass myself I thought you might need someone to talk to, someone who, well, I guess the thing I wondered about was if you were all right or if you needed anything. I know how fond you were of my husband and how fond he was of you… how much he depended on you… for advice and things. You were not at the memorial service and I think I know why." At that point Betty Raye hiccuped.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought how hard that must have been on you not to have" She hiccuped again. "Well, that's great. I've got the hiccups."

Vita stood up and took her glass. "Here, let me get you some more water," she said and went in the kitchen while Betty Raye sat on her couch, hiccuping. When Vita handed her the water, Betty Raye said apologetically, "Thank you," took a big sip, and spilled water down the front of her dress. "Oh dear, this is not how I planned this to be. I wanted" She hiccuped again. " I'm sorry. I just wanted to do what Hamm might have wanted someone to do."