“New Shoes”

(Life Misspelled Novel Excerpt)


Summer vacation flew by. I knew an upcoming visit from Gus meant Mama would be in a foul mood until he arrived. She’d give me the cold shoulder for days after he brought me back home and drove off.

He should be ashamed to show his face around here.” Mama had long forgotten she once loved my father. All I had to do was mention his name to bring out a bitterness unusual even for Mama. She resented his inconsistent coming and going from our lives. Using the words, daddy or father, to describe him was a no-no in our house.

He treated me worse than a rabid animal deserves to be treated,” Mama said.

I dont remember that, so I never believed Mama was telling the truth. He never beat Ruthie Ann or me, but he never showed outward affection toward us either and insisted we call him Gus. I thought it was because he treated us like grown-ups.

I assumed Gus loved me but he didn’t know how to show it. I accepted him the way he was and tried to love him anyway.

Jo, you remind me of your Mama.” He never explained whether that was good or bad or kissed me afterward. It didn’t matter. I still hoped hed become a better man than the one Mama described and looked forward to the day when he’d come back home.

Gusll never change. If he stopped coming around, wed all be better off,” Ruthie Ann said. Shed long given up on him and shared Mamas disdain of him.

I threw a dictionary at her but missed my target. She threw it back, and it hit me. When Mama found out why we were fighting, she made me apologize and sent me to the back porch to stew.

Your daddys not worth fighting your sister over,” she said as I shut out her voice with the slam of the backdoor.

I stayed mad at both of them for a week; right up to my fifteenth birthday. Gus had told me he would pick me up and take me to buy a present. I looked forward to his visit. I desperately wanted to see him, and he hadnt bought me anything for a long time.

He wasnt allowed to come inside, and Mama refused to come to the door when he arrived. It made more sense for me to wait on the porch, which provided some protection from Mamas incessant grumbling. With each of Gus’s impending arrivals, Mama walked about the house doing nothing except complaining.

Jo, youre nothing but ungrateful. Acting so happy to see a man who wouldnt do right even if the good Lord asked him to.” She rattled on and on about anything and everything Id already heard her say before; including how Gus had hit her more than once and cheated on her with the woman he was shacked up with.

One time he hit a man with his truck just because hes evil,” I whispered the same words as Mama spoke them. Shed repeated the story more than enough times to me. It didn’t take much effort to memorize words that hurt. It was August, and it felt like an eternity in hell waiting in the Texas heat.

I was relieved when he showed up. Mama had said he wouldnt, and I was in no mood for an I told you so. He brought along Earline and Precious, my eleven and thirteen-year-old half-sisters. Despite being happy to see him, the day felt dulled with disappointment. I was six when Gus left. They were two and four years younger than me. Mama did the math and explained it to Ruthie Ann and me.

Hi, Gus,” I forced out the words and tried to smile and used the dusty sideboard to climb in his pickup.

Arent you going to speak to your sisters?”

Hey,” I said without looking at Earline and Precious as Gus put the truck in gear and drove away. I knew the day wasnt going to go as Id planned. I hadnt expected to share my birthday with them, and he would likely buy them a present. It was no longer a special occasion.

Id spent the week before my birthday combing store catalogs and knew exactly what I wanted. When we got to the store, I went straight to the shoe department and found the black and white saddle shoes. Just to be sure, I browsed all the shelves to make sure thats what I wanted. Saddle shoes were what all the girls would be wearing on the first day of school.

Do you have these in size eight?” I asked the salesclerk. She nodded and turned toward the stock room to retrieve the shoes. Earline and Precious copied me and told the saleslady their sizes.

Wait a minute,” Gus said and took the display shoe from my hand and looked at the price tag.

Youre going to have to pick something else. These cost too much.”

But thats what I want for my birthday.”

Let your sisters get these. You can find something else.”

He told the sales clerk to bring the saddle shoes in Earline’s and Precious sizes.

That moment hurt like the cruel hunger pains that gnawed my stomach. Mama had been right.

While Earline and Precious tried on their shoes, I cursed Gus inwardly as I wandered the aisles looking for a pair that would be better than having nothing.

I couldnt make up my mind, and Gus got impatient. He snatched a pair of moccasins off the shelf and handed them to the salesclerk.

Give us these in a size eight.”

I stared at the flimsy brown shoes in horror but remained silent. Hed never hit me, but I feared him since Mama had warned me that he was capable of all manner of evil. The last thing I wanted was more embarrassment. Earline and Precious were snickering at the moccasins.

I was relieved when we left the store, and Gus said he had to take me home. I wanted to get away from all of them as quick as possible. I focused on the street ahead of us as Earline and Precious chirped away, wedged between Gus and me.

When we pulled up to the house, I jumped out of the truck before it came to a complete stop. I didn’t say bye or anything else and didn’t look back. I was blinded by tears as I ran as fast as I could toward the front door and almost fell trying to get inside. Mama heard the commotion and came running toward me.

He bought them saddle shoes and got me these,” I said and held the pathetic slipper-like shoes in the air for her to see.

 “And you were in such a hurry to jump in that truck. I tried to tell you.” Mama grabbed the shoes from me with one swoop and stomped into the kitchen. She took a large butcher knife from the drawer, speared one of the shoes, drew her weapon through the brown fabric; as if gutting a fish, and sliced it in half. She threw both halves and its match into the garbage pail.

Youll go barefoot before I let you wear that demons trash.

My only pair of shoes were riddled with holes, and I knew Mama didn’t have money to buy me new ones.

What did we do to deserve such a pitiful life?” I asked Ruthie Ann that night as I lay in bed crying.

All the praying in the world and Mama can barely do anything for us. Gus wont do anything. Whats God doing?” I demanded, loud enough for Mama to hear.

You better shut up, before Mama hears you.”

Ruthie Ann turned over on her side with her back to me. She knew as well as I did that Mama believed it was a sin to question God and she had no desire for Mama to think shed played a role in my infidelity.

Maybe youll stop fantasizing about him now. It only makes matters worse,” she said and pulled the blanket over her head.

Three weeks after Gus dropped me off, the first day of school arrived. Mama managed to buy polish, but that wasnt enough to make last years shoes look new.

I rearranged the pieces of cardboard covering the holes in the soles then tried them on with the dress Mama had made me. I studied myself in the mirror and thought about the upcoming days when Id have no lunch or lunch money. I hated the thought of relying on Margie to keep my insides quiet underneath shoddy clothes and raggedy shoes. School days were longer when you began them hungry and remained that way until the last bell rang.

When I left the house on the morning of the first day of ninth grade, I bypassed Our Mother of Mercy and walked until I got tired.

I stopped in front of Fergusons Barbecue & Tavern and watched as Mr. Ferguson wiped down plastic menus then placed them between napkin holders and arranged the bottled barbecue sauces on the tables. The sweet, smoky fragrance of charred meat permeated the air as my mouth watered, and I wished I could go inside and place an order.

I noticed a help-wanted poster in the window when I turned to leave.

Im here about the job,” I told him. Id never decided anything so quickly before in my life.

You ever wait tables before?”

Yes, sir.”

How old are you?”

Eighteen.” I could tell he didn’t believe me, but he let me in, and I worked the lunch and early dinner shift.

Youre going to regret this day,” Mama told me when she got home that night.

I wanted something better in life and that night I’d come home wearing a Fergusons dress that fit me perfectly, fifteen dollars in tips, and a different outlook on life.

Author: Eulonda Kay Lea

Eulonda Kay Lea is a writer and short filmmaker. When she's not working on her next project, she enjoys spending time with family, watching (and dissecting) films, working out, and trying her best to make the world a better place to live in.

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