Title: Nobody's Buying
Genre: Short Fiction
I can’t forgive Father for selling me. But wait until I tell you. After he fired the housekeeper, I picked up a fair amount of chores including the cookery. Then for two dollars twenty five cents, Mother rented me, Abigail Glamorous Parker, out to Widow Simmons as housekeeper every Tuesday. I got to keep the two bits; and Mother promised my labors would end when the war was over.
She cried when my father, Gibraltar Parker, told her about the sale. I cried too. I always cried with Mother. I guess eight dollars a month didn’t beat Richard Cain’s offer.
Father met Cain at the mercantile and dragged him home to dinner unplanned. The winter rains set in and Cain wore neither overcoat nor galoshes. Like an untrained pup, he dripped a puddle on the dry entry floor. From that day, it felt like Cain lived at our house. But wait until I tell you. Mother didn’t like him from the beginning. She thought he looked like Hitler. That’s what she called him behind his back. Father made me call the man Uncle Richard.
“He hates Jews and Negroes,” Mother said hissing like a viper. She tilted her head and aimed her nose at the ceiling, poised to strike. I stitched her dinner dress. She continued to vex herself about Cain’s defects except for his gruesome scar, while I brushed her hair. I thought Father and Cain drank brandy in the library. But wait until I tell you.