Complete Works of William Faulkner

by William Faulkner

  When Dilsey was sick in her cabin and Nancy was cooking for us, we could see her apron swelling out; that was before father told Jesus to stay away from the house. Jesus was in the kitchen, sitting behind the stove, with his razor scar on his black face like a piece of dirty string. He said it was a watermelon that Nancy had under her dress.

  “It never come off of your vine, though,” Nancy said.

  “Off of what vine?” Caddy said.

  “I can cut down the vine it did come off of,” Jesus said.

  “What makes you want to talk like that before these chillen?” Nancy said. “Whyn’t you go on to work? You done et. You want Mr Jason to catch you hanging around his kitchen, talking that way before these chillen?”

  “Talking what way?” Caddy said. “What vine?”

  “I cant hang around white man’s kitchen,” Jesus said. “But white man can hang around mine. White man can come in my house, but I cant stop him. When white man want to come in my house, I aint got no house. I cant stop him, but he cant kick me outen it. He cant do that.”

  Dilsey was still sick in her cabin.” Father told Jesus to stay off our place. Dilsey was still sick. It was a long time. We were in the library after supper.

  “Isn’t Nancy through in the kitchen yet?” mother said. “It seems to me that she has had plenty of time to have finished the dishes.”

  “Let Quentin go and see,” father said. “Go and see if Nancy is through, Quentin. Tell her she can go on home.”

  I went to the kitchen. Nancy was through. The dishes were put away and the fire was out. Nancy was sitting in a chair, close to the cold stove. She looked at me.

  “Mother wants to know if you are through,” I said.

  “Yes,” Nancy said. She looked at me. “I done finished.” She looked at me.

  “What is it?” I said. “What is it?”

  “I aint nothing but a nigger,” Nancy said. “It aint none of my fault.”

  She looked at me, sitting in the chair before the cold stove, the sailor hat on her head. I went back to the library. It was the cold stove and all, when you think of a kitchen being warm and busy and cheerful. And with a cold stove and the dishes all put away, and nobody wanting to eat at that hour.

  “Is she through?” mother said.

  “Yessum,” I said.

  “What is she doing?” mother said.

  “She’s not doing anything. She’s through.”

  “I’ll go and see,” father said.

  “Maybe she’s waiting for Jesus to come and take her home,” Caddy said.

  “Jesus is gone,” I said. Nancy told us how one morning she woke up and Jesus was gone.

  “He quit me,” Nancy said. “Done gone to Memphis, I reckon. Dodging them city po-lice for a while, I reckon.”

  “And a good riddance,” father said. “I hope he stays there.”

  “Nancy’s scaired of the dark,” Jason said.

  “So are you,” Caddy said.

  “I’m not,” Jason said.

  “Scairy cat,” Caddy said.

  “I’m not,” Jason said.

  “You, Candace!” mother said. Father came back.

  “I am going to walk down the lane with Nancy,” he said. “She says that Jesus is back.”

  “Has she seen him?” mother said.

  “No. Some Negro sent her word that he was back in town. I wont be long.”

  “You’ll leave me alone, to take Nancy home?” mother said. “Is her safety more precious to you than mine?”

  “I wont be long,” father said.

  “You’ll leave these children unprotected, with that Negro about?”

  “I’m going too,” Caddy said. “Let me go, Father.”

  “What would he do with them, if he were unfortunate enough to have them?” father said.

  “I want to go, too,” Jason said.

  “Jason!” mother said. She was speaking to father. You could tell that by the way she said the name. Like she believed that all day father had been trying to think of doing the thing she wouldn’t like the most, and that she knew all the time that after a while he would think of it. I stayed quiet, because father and I both knew that mother would want him to make me stay with her if she just thought of it in time. So father didn’t look at me. I was the oldest. I was nine and Caddy was seven and Jason was five.

  “Nonsense,” father said. “We wont be long.”

  Nancy had her hat on. We came to the lane. “Jesus always been good to me,” Nancy said. “Whenever he had two dollars, one of them was mine.” We walked in the lane. “If I can just get through the lane,” Nancy said, “I be all right then.”

  The lane was always dark. “This is where Jason got scared on Hallowe’en,” Caddy said.

  “I didn’t,” Jason said.

  “Cant Aunt Rachel do anything with him?” father said. Aunt Rachel was old. She lived in a cabin beyond Nancy’s, by herself. She had white hair and she smoked a pipe in the door, all day long; she didn’t work any more. They said she was Jesus’ mother. Sometimes she said she was and sometimes she said she wasn’t any kin to Jesus.

  “Yes, you did,” Caddy said. “You were scairder than Frony. You were scairder than T.P. even. Scairder than niggers.”

  “Cant nobody do nothing with him,” Nancy said. “He say I done woke up the devil in him and aint but one thing going to lay it down again.”

  “Well, he’s gone now,” father said. “There’s nothing for you to be afraid of now. And if you’d just let white men alone.”

  “Let what white men alone?” Caddy said. “How let them alone?”

  “He aint gone nowhere,” Nancy said. “I can feel him. I can feel him now, in this lane. He hearing us talk, every word, hid somewhere, waiting. I aint seen him, and I aint going to see him again but once more, with that razor in his mouth. That razor on that string down his back, inside his shirt. And then I aint going to be even surprised.”

  “I wasn’t scaired,” Jason said.

  “If you’d behave yourself, you’d have kept out of this,” father said. “But it’s all right now. He’s probably in St. Louis now. Probably got another wife by now and forgot all about you.”

  “If he has, I better not find out about it,” Nancy said. “I’d stand there right over them, and every time he wropped her, I’d cut that arm off. I’d cut his head off and I’d slit her belly and I’d shove—”

  “Hush,” father said.

  “Slit whose belly, Nancy?” Caddy said.

  “I wasn’t scaired,” Jason said. “I’d walk right down this lane by myself.”

  “Yah,” Caddy said. “You wouldn’t dare to put your foot down in it if we were not here too.”

  II

  Dilsey was still sick, so we took Nancy home every night until mother said, “How much longer is this going on? I to be left alone in this big house while you take home a frightened Negro?”

  We fixed a pallet in the kitchen for Nancy. One night we waked up, hearing the sound. It was not singing and it was not crying, coming up the dark stairs. There was a light in mother’s room and we heard father going down the hall, down the back stairs, and Caddy and I went into the hall. The floor was cold. Our toes curled away from it while we listened to the sound. It was like singing and it wasn’t like singing, like the sounds that Negroes make.

  Then it stopped and we heard father going down the back stairs, and we went to the head of the stairs. Then the sound began again, in the stairway, not loud, and we could see Nancy’s eyes halfway up the stairs, against the wall. They looked like cat’s eyes do, like a big cat against the wall, watching us. When we came down the steps to where she was, she quit making the sound again, and we stood there until father came back up from the kitchen, with his pistol in his hand. He went back down with Nancy and they came back with Nancy’s pallet.

  We spread the pallet in our room. After the light in mother’s room went off, we could see Nancy’s eyes again. “Nancy,” Caddy whispered, “are you asleep, Nancy?”
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  Nancy whispered something. It was oh or no, I dont know which. Like nobody had made it, like it came from nowhere and went nowhere, until it was like Nancy was not there at all; that I had looked so hard at her eyes on the stairs that they had got printed on my eyeballs, like the sun does when you have closed your eyes and there is no sun. “Jesus,” Nancy whispered. “Jesus.”

  “Was it Jesus?” Caddy said. “Did he try to come into the kitchen?”

  “Jesus,” Nancy said. Like this: Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus, until the sound went out, like a match or a candle does.

  “It’s the other Jesus she means,” I said.

  “Can you see us, Nancy?” Caddy whispered. “Can you see our eyes too?”

  “I aint nothing but a nigger,” Nancy said. “God knows. God knows.”

  “What did you see down there in the kitchen?” Caddy whispered. “What tried to get in?”

  “God knows,” Nancy said. We could see her eyes. “God knows.”

  Dilsey got well. She cooked dinner. “You’d better stay in bed a day or two longer,” father said.

  “What for?” Dilsey said. “If I had been a day later, this place would be to rack and ruin. Get on out of here now, and let me get my kitchen straight again.”

  Dilsey cooked supper too. And that night, just before dark, Nancy came into the kitchen.

  “How do you know he’s back?” Dilsey said. “You aint seen him.”

  “Jesus is a nigger,” Jason said.

  “I can feel him,” Nancy said. “I can feel him laying yonder in the ditch.”

  “Tonight?” Dilsey said. “Is he there tonight?”

  “Dilsey’s a nigger too,” Jason said.

  “You try to eat something,” Dilsey said.

  “I dont want nothing,” Nancy said.

  “I aint a nigger,” Jason said.

  “Drink some coffee,” Dilsey said. She poured a cup of coffee for Nancy. “Do you know he’s out there tonight? How come you know it’s tonight?”

  “I know,” Nancy said. “He’s there, waiting. I know. I done lived with him too long. I know what he is fixing to do fore he know it himself.”

  “Drink some coffee,” Dilsey said. Nancy held the cup to her mouth and blew into the cup. Her mouth pursed out like a spreading adder’s, like a rubber mouth, like she had blown all the color out of her lips with blowing the coffee.

  “I aint a nigger,” Jason said. “Are you a nigger, Nancy?”

  “I hellborn, child,” Nancy said. “I wont be nothing soon. I going back where I come from soon.”

  III

  She began to drink the coffee. While she was drinking, holding the cup in both hands, she began to make the sound again. She made the sound into the cup and the coffee sploshed out onto her hands and her dress. Her eyes looked at us and she sat there, her elbows on her knees, holding the cup in both hands, looking at us across the wet cup, making the sound. “Look at Nancy,” Jason said. “Nancy cant cook for us now. Dilsey’s got well now.”

  “You hush up,” Dilsey said. Nancy held the cup in both hands, looking at us, making the sound, like there were two of them: one looking at us and the other making the sound. “Whyn’t you let Mr Jason telefoam the marshal?” Dilsey said. Nancy stopped then, holding the cup in her long brown hands. She tried to drink some coffee again, but it sploshed out of the cup, onto her hands and her dress, and she put the cup down. Jason watched her.

  “I cant swallow it,” Nancy said. “I swallows but it wont go down me.”

  “You go down to the cabin,” Dilsey said. “Frony will fix you a pallet and I’ll be there soon.”

  “Wont no nigger stop him,” Nancy said.

  “I aint a nigger,” Jason said. “Am I, Dilsey?”

  “I reckon not,” Dilsey said. She looked at Nancy. “I dont reckon so. What you going to do, then?”

  Nancy looked at us. Her eyes went fast, like she was afraid there wasn’t time to look, without hardly moving at all. She looked at us, at all three of us at one time. “You member that night I stayed in yawls’ room?” she said. She told about how we waked up early the next morning, and played. We had to play quiet, on her pallet, until father woke up and it was time to get breakfast. “Go and ask your maw to let me stay here tonight,” Nancy said. “I wont need no pallet. We can play some more.”

  Caddy asked mother. Jason went too. “I cant have Negroes sleeping in the bedrooms,” mother said. Jason cried. He cried until mother said he couldn’t have any dessert for three days if he didn’t stop. Then Jason said he would stop if Dilsey would make a chocolate cake. Father was there.

  “Why dont you do something about it?” mother said. “What do we have officers for?”

  “Why is Nancy afraid of Jesus?” Caddy said. “Are you afraid of father, mother?”

  “What could the officers do?” father said. “If Nancy hasn’t seen him, how could the officers find him?”

  “Then why is she afraid?” mother said.

  “She says he is there. She says she knows he is there tonight.”

  “Yet we pay taxes,” mother said. “I must wait here alone in this big house while you take a Negro woman home.”

  “You know that I am not lying outside with a razor,” father said.

  “I’ll stop if Dilsey will make a chocolate cake,” Jason said. Mother told us to go out and father said he didn’t know if Jason would get a chocolate cake or not, but he knew what Jason was going to get in about a minute. We went back to the kitchen and told Nancy.

  “Father said for you to go home and lock the door, and you’ll be all right,” Caddy said. “All right from what, Nancy? Is Jesus mad at you?” Nancy was holding the coffee cup in her hands again, her elbows on her knees and her hands holding the cup between her knees. She was looking into the cup. “What have you done that made Jesus mad?” Caddy said. Nancy let the cup go. It didn’t break on the floor, but the coffee spilled out, and Nancy sat there with her hands still making the shape of the cup. She began to make the sound again, not loud. Not singing and not unsinging. We watched her.

  “Here,” Dilsey said. “You quit that, now. You get aholt of yourself. You wait here. I going to get Versh to walk home with you.” Dilsey went out.

  We looked at Nancy. Her shoulders kept shaking, but she quit making the sound. We watched her. “What’s Jesus going to do to you?” Caddy said. “He went away.”

  Nancy looked at us. “We had fun that night I stayed in yawls’ room, didn’t we?”

  “I didn’t,” Jason said. “I didn’t have any fun.”

  “You were asleep in mother’s room,” Caddy said. “You were not there.”

  “Let’s go down to my house and have some more fun,” Nancy said.

  “Mother wont let us,” I said. “It’s too late now.”

  “Dont bother her,” Nancy said. “We can tell her in the morning. She wont mind.”

  “She wouldn’t let us,” I said.

  “Dont ask her now,” Nancy said. “Dont bother her now.”

  “She didn’t say we couldn’t go,” Caddy said.

  “We didn’t ask,” I said.

  “If you go, I’ll tell,” Jason said.

  “We’ll have fun,” Nancy said. “They won’t mind, just to my house. I been working for yawl a long time. They won’t mind.”

  “I’m not afraid to go,” Caddy said. “Jason is the one that’s afraid. He’ll tell.”

  “I’m not,” Jason said.

  “Yes, you are,” Caddy said. “You’ll tell.”

  “I won’t tell,” Jason said. “I’m not afraid.”

  “Jason ain’t afraid to go with me,” Nancy said. “Is you, Jason?”

  “Jason is going to tell,” Caddy said. The lane was dark. We passed the pasture gate. “I bet if something was to jump out from behind that gate, Jason would holler.”

  “I wouldn’t,” Jason said. We walked down the lane. Nancy was talking loud.

  “What are you talking so loud for, Nancy?” Caddy said.

 
“Who; me?” Nancy said. “Listen at Quentin and Caddy and Jason saying I’m talking loud.”

  “You talk like there was five of us here,” Caddy said. “You talk like father was here too.”

  “Who; me talking loud, Mr Jason?” Nancy said.

  “Nancy called Jason ‘Mister,’” Caddy said.

  “Listen how Caddy and Quentin and Jason talk,” Nancy said.

  “We’re not talking loud,” Caddy said. “You’re the one that’s talking like father—”

  “Hush,” Nancy said; “hush, Mr Jason.”

  “Nancy called Jason ‘Mister’ aguh—”

  “Hush,” Nancy said. She was talking loud when we crossed the ditch and stooped through the fence where she used to stoop through with the clothes on her head. Then we came to her house. We were going fast then. She opened the door. The smell of the house was like the lamp and the smell of Nancy was like the wick, like they were waiting for one another to begin to smell. She lit the lamp and closed the door and put the bar up. Then she quit talking loud, looking at us.

  “What’re we going to do?” Caddy said.

  “What do yawl want to do?” Nancy said.

  “You said we would have some fun,” Caddy said.

  There was something about Nancy’s house; something you could smell besides Nancy and the house. Jason smelled it, even. “I don’t want to stay here,” he said. “I want to go home.”

  “Go home, then,” Caddy said.

  “I don’t want to go by myself,” Jason said.

  “We’re going to have some fun,” Nancy said.

  “How?” Caddy said.

  Nancy stood by the door. She was looking at us, only it was like she had emptied her eyes, like she had quit using them. “What do you want to do?” she said.

  “Tell us a story,” Caddy said. “Can you tell a story?”

  “Yes,” Nancy said.

  “Tell it,” Caddy said. We looked at Nancy. “You don’t know any stories.”