The kitchen table was still set when I got home, lucky for me, because Amma would have killed me if I'd missed dinner. What I hadn't considered was the phone tree that had been activated the minute I walked out of English class. No less than half the town must have called Amma by the time I got home.
"Ethan Wate? Is that you? Because if it if, you are in for a world a trouble."
I heard a familiar banging sound. Things were worse than I thought. I ducked under the doorway and into the kitchen. Amma was standing at the counter in her industrial denim tool apron, which had fourteen pockets for nails and could hold up to four power tools. She was holding her Chinese cleaver, the counter piled high with carrots, cabbage, and other vegetables I couldn't identify. Sprint rolls required more chopping than any other recipe in Amma's blue plastic box. If she was making spring rolls, it only meant one thing, and it wasn't just that she likes Chinese food.
I tried to come up with an acceptable explanation, but I had nothing.
"Coach called this afternoon, and Mrs. English, and Principal Harper,and Link's mamma, and half the ladies from the DAR. And you know how I hate talkin' to those women. Evil as sin, every one a them."
Gatlin was full of ladies' auxiliaries, but the DAR was the mother of them all. True to its name, the Daughters of the American Revolution, you had to prove you were related to an actual patriot from the American Revolution to be eligible for membership. Be-ing a member apparently entitled you to tell your River Street neighbors what colors to paint their houses and generally boss, pester, and judge everyone in town. Unless you were Amma. That I'd like to see.
"They all said the same thing. That you can out a school, in the middle a class, chasin' after that Duchannes girl." Another carrot rolled across the cutting board.
"I know, Amma, but—"
The cabbage split in half. "So I said,'No, my boy wouldn't leave school without permission and skip practice. There must be some mistake. Just be some other boy disrepectin' his teacher and sullyin' his family name. Can't be a bit I raised, livin' in this house." Green onions flew across the counter.
I'd commuted the worst of crimes, embarrassing her. Worst of all, in the eyes of Mrs. Lincoln and the women of the DAR, her sworn enemies.
"What do you have to say for yourself? What would make you run out a school like your tail was on fire? And I don't wanna hear it was some girl."
I took a deep breath. What could I say? I had been dreaming about some mystery girl for months, who showed up in town and just happened to be Macon Ravenwood's niece? That, in addition to terrifying dreams about this girl, I had a vision of some other woman, who I definitely didn't know, who lived during the Civil War.
Yeah, that would get me out of trouble, around the same time the sun exploded and the solar system died.
"It's not what you think. The kids in our class were giving Lena a hard time, reading her about her uncle, saying he hauls dead bodies around in his hearse, and she got really upset and ran out of class."
"I'm waitin' for the part that explains what any a this has to do with you."
"Aren't you the one always telling me to 'walk in the steps of our Lord? Don't you think He'd want me to stick up for someone who was being picked on?" Now I'd done it. I could see it in her eyes.
"Don't you dare use the Word a the Lord to justify breakin' the rules at school, or I swear I will go outside and get a switch and burn some sense into your backside. I don't care how old you are. You hear me?" Amma had never hit me with anything in my life, although she had chased me with a switch a few times to make a point. But this wasn't the moment to bring that up.
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