On the eastern side of the town, the levee was sundered just behind the Caskey mill, a hundred yards or so before the Blackwater reached the junction. That smaller river had less force than the Perdido below the junction, but the damage it did was complete. The Caskey warehouses, outbuildings, offices, trucks, and oil storage facilities were first inundated, then either shivered to bits or else lifted up and carried into Baptist Bottom where, one by one, as if God had possessed a municipal map and were checking off the meager dwellings in malign sequence, the houses of Baptist Bottom and all the belongings of the poor people who had lived there were crushed beneath tons of black water and debris. Several large oil tanks had been broken open, and now the surface of the flood was covered with a lugubrious sheen.
And still the rain cascaded down upon the scene of destruction.
The National Guardsmen stationed on the roof of the hospital peered through their field glasses. In the blackness they had seen nothing, and their first indication that the levees had burst had been the explosive noise of the water suddenly surging into the town. That was when the siren was sounded, but the siren blew for no more than a few seconds before all the power in the town was lost. Without further heralding, the water set about to wipe Perdido from the face of the earth.
The levee behind the Caskey houses held, but it made little difference. Before the levee had burst downtown, water had begun to spill over the top of the embankment. Black water tumbled through the kudzu vines and covered the yards with a sheet of water that grew higher by the minute. When the levee finally did cave in downtown, the water increased even more rapidly, but because a small residential hill and several thick stands of trees lay between the Caskey houses and the major break, the debris was kept at bay. Only the water came, lapping in waves against the foundations of Elinor’s house, then breaking against the first-floor windows, smashing in the stained glass in the front parlor, spilling into the rooms, swirling about under the legs of the furniture, surging into the hearths and gouging out all the accumulated years of ashes and soot. Water rose through the floorboards into all the rooms, overturning delicate furniture, smashing small objects against the walls, pushing debris from room to room. Water crept up the stairs to the second floor. And all this in blackness, and with not as much noise as the continuing crashing of the rain outside the house.
But the rain was slackening.
Upstairs, Elinor Caskey lay dead.
At the moment of her death, the terrible apparitions in the doorway—Mary-Love and John Robert—had simply disappeared. They were no longer there. The broken, battered door swung shut of its own accord. Zaddie sat on the edge of the bed, still holding Elinor’s hand. Billy went to the door and opened it. He looked out and saw nothing. He went through the sitting room and into the hallway. What he heard was the water sloshing about downstairs; he leaned over the banister and looked down. He saw black water on the lower stairs. It was already three feet deep on the first floor and still rising.
He returned to Elinor’s bedroom and looked out the window. The water was about eight feet deep in the yard. He could see it spilling over the top of the levee.
He walked over to the bed and took dead Elinor’s other hand.
“I don’t expect we can get away, Zaddie,” he said.
Zaddie shook her head, and said with proud solemnity, “Miss Elinor say to me, long time ago, ‘Zaddie, that levee gone hold up till I die, and then that water gone wash this town away.’”
They sat and they waited; gradually the rain tapered off. The effect of so much silence was eerie to Billy and Zaddie, much eerier than the fact that they were sitting and holding the hands of a dead woman, much eerier than the sounds they heard from below of the furniture knocking against the walls and ceilings of the first-floor rooms.
After a time, Zaddie looked down at the floor and lifted her feet experimentally. The carpet was sodden.
“Starting to come through,” she remarked.
Billy only nodded; he had already seen that.
Zaddie and Billy waited with infinite patience, not once thinking of rescue, or attempting to get away. Now and then Billy turned to the window and glanced to see if the dawn was near, but the sky remained absolutely black. It was still covered with clouds, but the clouds now merely scudded past, and dropped no more rain.
Both Zaddie and Billy were lost in their own thoughts; Elinor’s hands grew cold in theirs. Finally, dawn began slowly to creep in upon them. The water was more than a foot deep in the room, and Zaddie and Billy had pulled up their feet into their chairs. Small objects floated in from the hallway like tiny curious animals and, after abiding awhile, floated back out again. As the dawn became strong, the two weary people were roused by a bumping sound that was louder than the others.
“What was that?” Zaddie said quickly.
Billy shook his head. “Something knocking against the side of the house, that’s all. I imagine pretty much everything in this town is floating around. I’m surprised we haven’t had any telephone poles poke through the window.”
The knock was repeated, twice in rapid succession. It sounded insistent.
Billy slowly let go of Elinor’s hand, and placed it on her breast. He went to the window and looked out, blinking against the light.
“What is it?” Zaddie asked.
“A boat,” said Billy calmly. “Somebody has tied a boat to this window.” He turned back to Zaddie. “Come on, Zaddie. It’s time for us to go.”
“Cain’t leave Miss Elinor,” said Zaddie.
“Yes, we can,” said Billy. He waded across the room and out through the sitting room into the hallway. “Frances!” he called, not with questioning or timidity, but with complete confidence that she was there. No answer came, but Billy went on, “Frances, Zaddie and I are going on now. You take care of Elinor, will you?”
Without waiting for a reply, he went back into the bedroom. Zaddie was leaning over the bed, pressing her cheek against Elinor’s, cold and wasted.
“I’m ready, Mr. Billy,” she said.
Billy was at the window. He reached out, pulled the boat nearer, and with some awkwardness, climbed into it. He grasped hold of the sill and tried to hold the boat steady while Zaddie, with much greater awkwardness, somehow got into it.
Immediately, Billy untied the boat and began to row away from the house. Zaddie, seated in the stern, turned to look back, but Billy said, “No. Don’t.” But his own gaze never moved from the open window through which they had climbed. And what he saw there through that window made him weep as he paddled away.
So through the dawn of that morning that broke on the destruction of Perdido, Billy Bronze and Zaddie Sapp rowed slowly toward high ground.
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