Umber (19.13 — Vera’s Story)
March 25, 2012 § 2 Comments
Usually the suggestion that I might withhold my cooking from Ervin was not seen by him as something altogether negative. But I had described mama’s apricot tarts to him so many times, and in such glowing terms, that he decided he didn’t want to miss whatever facsimile of my mother’s recipe I had managed to concoct. He started to climb down from the tree, reaching for a lower branch with his foot. His foot slipped. He dangled in the air for a moment, then he lost his grip and landed on the ground, his head just missing a big rock by a couple of inches. The fall knocked the wind out of him, and he gasped for breath a couple of times before he began to cry so loudly that I was sure Papa, Kate and Myrna would come running back from the fields to see what was wrong.