Margaret Sexton - A Kind of Freedom

For my mother, who also cheered

Winter 1944

Later, Evelyn would look back and remember that she wasnt the one who noticed Renard first. No, it was her sister, Ruby, who caught the too-short right hem of his suit pants in her side view. Ruby was thicker than Evelyn, not fat by a long shot, but thick in a way that prevented her from ever feeling comfortable eating. Her favorite food was red beans and rice, and Monday was hard on her. Their mother would boil a big pot and feel relieved, two pounds plenty to feed the family for at least three days, but Ruby felt taunted by the surplus. Shed cut in and out of the kitchen the beginning of the week, sneaking deep bowls of rice and applying as little gravy as she could to maintain the flavor but not alert her family to her excess. Then on Thursday, shed examine the consequences. It would start in the morning on the way in to school. Ruby attended vocational school and Evelyn attended Dillard University, but their campuses were only a few blocks apart, and they walked the majority of the way together.

My thighs are touching, Ruby would say, as if they just started touching the minute before.

You cant see it though, Evelyn would assure her, her own legs so far apart another leg could fit between them.

Who are you fooling with you cant see it? Anybody with eyes could see it. You dont even need to have eyes; you just need ears, and you could hear my thighs swishing together.

You cant hear anything so soft, Evelyn would go on, and shed spend the rest of the day wading through that topic. Just when shed think she got to flat land, Ruby would pull her back into the murk with a question about her behind. Matters would improve a little on Friday, but Ruby would maintain an edge around her even then, and everyone near her felt the prick. Today was a Friday.

His pants legs are uneven, Ruby said about the new boy standing on North Claiborne and Esplanade wearing a brown wool suit, a grey V-neck sweater beneath the jacket. He stood next to Andrew, whom all the girls fawned over at the debutante ball last season. Evelyns own escort had been second in charm; he had even silenced her nerves by pointing out his friends waltzing mishaps, but despite her mothers urgings, she hadnt accepted his visit, and a week later when his interest subsided, she couldnt help but sigh.

She looked up now, exhaled the smoke of the cigarette dangling from her fingers. It was still early February, and the winter air hadnt lost its chill. Still all the Seventh Ward girls congregated after school outside Dufons Oyster Shop, the best Negro-owned restaurant in the city, and smoked. Evelyn had come to relish the anticipation of the first, slight inhale she was a lady and the long release afterward. She would never have referred to herself as an anxious person Ruby had claimed that role in the family but any nerves that jingled inside her settled at just the thought of a drag. She blew the smoke out of the side of her mouth so as not to hit her sister and smiled at the thought of the uneven hem. Maybe he was in a rush.

Even still, Ruby said, breathing in so sharply she almost made herself choke. He might have found time to even out his pants hems, she laughed. Cute though. Too brown for most people, but it is a nice shade of brown.

Evelyn nodded. Cute he was.

Men and women rushed past them, bustling in and out of offices and stores, the Boot Seed and Feed, Queen of the South Coffee, Miller Funeral Home, Meriwethers Photography, Bejoie Cut-Rate Pharmacy, the Sweet Tooth Ice Cream Parlor, and Fine Time Billiard Hall. The outdoor market where Evelyns mother made groceries was just a block away at St. Bernard Avenue, and Evelyn could smell the Cajun spices simmering. The butcher let out a high-pitched call. Veal to roast, and cabbage and green beans.

Ruby raised her voice to combat the new noise, And his hair lays so flat, and thats not a conk either.

The uneven man looked over at the girls then, and Evelyn held his gaze for less than a second, so quick if he doubted it had happened, he could convince himself it hadnt.

She shook her head back at her sister. No, much more natural looking than a conk.

All that, but he couldnt hem the pants evenly.

I wouldnt have ever noticed those pants if you hadnt hit me over the head with it, Ruby, Evelyn said, though it wasnt true. It was clear that despite his pressed suit and neat tie, the uneven man didnt belong among the pass blancs he stood with, no, not with their damn near-white skin, straight black hair and even straighter nose, their moustaches like silk against their lips, and she didnt know what possessed her to declare otherwise. She liked what shed said though, not only that, but the fact that she said it, and for the rest of the day whenever she thought of the uneven man, she thought of the weight of her voice when it came out firm.

Since that day was a Friday, she had to go the whole weekend without seeing him again. That was fine because she had memorized him. Evelyn was in her second year of nursing school at Dillard University, and for a Negro woman to even consider such a rigorous field, she had to be up on her memorization. Because of it, she didnt need to see a face more than once to imagine it fully, and she spent the weekend doing just that. She remembered details she hadnt even known shed seen in the first place: that the shorter hem of his pants revealed a faded grey sock. That he was the color of ginger cookies her mother might bake then sprinkle sugar over, that that similarity made his skin seem like something she might taste, that he was tall, taller than her daddy even who was six three, that he was skinny, but not breakable, that he had small slivered eyes that when she caught them seemed to be breaking through their lids with something vital to say. When she thought on him longer, she realized he had been holding a biochemistry textbook, probably studying to be a doctor. Just like Daddy. Maybe he could help her with amino acids. In all her memorization, she couldnt get the codes straight.

The following Monday, Evelyn led the way from her house on Miro Street to St. Bernard Avenue then North Claiborne, her sister swishing behind her, and looked for a cigarette, feeling steadied by it even as she reached through her pocketbook. Sure enough, the uneven man walked up halfway through her smoke. He was with Andrew again, a boy with an even hem, but something lacking, and maybe it was an uneven hem, which shed grown used to associating with comfort.

That ol pass blanc has a smug look on his face, Ruby said about Andrew. He must think hes too much.

Hes cute, Evelyn said, smiling while she talked in case the uneven man looked over.

Not so cute he cant look at a woman decently, Ruby said. Besides, not as cute as Langston. Langston was her last boyfriend, and he had been cute all right, so cute Ruby had heard from a senior at vocational school that he was carrying around phone numbers for every girl in the Seventh Ward with hair past her bra strap. Ruby had taken that hard, which meant their mother cooked her favorite food all week, and every sentence Evelyn directed at her was presented like a question that had no business being asked. When Ruby had gotten over it, she had sworn off the light brights, but here she was again.