Sycamore Row

hot dog, a Coke, and I’m looking for Benny Rinds.”
    “That’s me,” he said. “And you are?”
    “My name is Portia Lang, from Clanton, but there’s a chance I might be a Rinds. I’m not sure, but I’m looking for information.”
    He nodded to a table. Ten minutes later he placed the hot dog and the Coke in front of her, and sat across the table. “I’m working on the family tree,” she said, “and I’m finding a lot of bad apples.”
    Benny laughed and said, “You should’ve come here and asked me before you started.”
    Without touching the hot dog, she told him about her mother, and her mother’s mother. He had never heard of them. His people were from Noxubee and Lauderdale Counties, more to the south than the north. He’d never known a Rinds from Ford County, not a single one.As he talked, she ate rapidly, and she finished as soon as she realized it was another dead end.
    She thanked him and left. Driving home, she stopped at every small town and checked the telephone directories. There were very few Rindses in this part of the world. Twenty or so in Clay County. A dozen or so in Oktibbeha County, near the state university. She had spoken by phone to a dozen in Lee County, in and around Tupelo.
    She and Lucien had identified twenty-three members of the Rinds family who had been living in Ford County in the years leading up to 1930, before they all vanished. Eventually, they would find a descendant, an old relative who knew something and might be willing to talk.

26
    On the last Friday in January, Roxy arrived for work at 8:45, and Jake was waiting by her desk, nonchalantly scanning a document as if all was well. It was not. It was time for a performance review and it was not going to be pretty. Things began pleasantly enough when she barked, “Jake, I’m sick of this place.”
    “And good morning to you.”
    She was already crying. No makeup, unkempt hair, the frazzled look of a wife/mother/woman out of control. “I can’t take Lucien,” she said. “He’s here almost every day and he’s the rudest man in the world. He’s vulgar, crude, profane, dirty, and he smokes the filthiest cigars ever made. I loathe that man.”
    “Anything else?”
    “It’s either him or me.”
    “He owns the building.”
    “Can’t you do something?”
    “Like what? Tell Lucien to be a nicer person, to stop smoking, cussing, insulting people, telling dirty jokes, to sober up? In case you haven’t noticed, Roxy, no one tells Lucien Wilbanks to do anything.”
    She grabbed a tissue and wiped her cheeks. “I can’t take it.”
    This was the perfect opening and Jake wasn’t about to miss an opportunity. “Let’s call it resignation,” he said with compassion. “I’ll be happy to provide a good reference.”
    “I’m being fired?”
    “No. You’re resigning, effective immediately. Leave now and you’ve got the day off. I’ll send your last paycheck.”
    The emotion turned to anger as she looked around her desk. She was gone in ten minutes, slamming doors behind her. Portia walked in promptly at 9:00 and said, “I just passed Roxy on the street and she wouldn’t speak to me.”
    “She’s gone. Here’s the offer. On a temporary basis, you can work down here as the secretary and receptionist. You’ll be considered a paralegal, not a lowly intern. It’s a big promotion all the way around.”
    She absorbed it coolly, said, “My typing is not great.”
    “Then practice.”
    “What does it pay?”
    “A thousand dollars a month for two months, a trial run. After two months, we’ll take a look and reevaluate.”
    “Hours?”
    “Eight thirty to five, thirty minutes for lunch.”
    “What about Lucien?” she asked.
    “What about him?”
    “He’s down here. I kinda like it up there, on the second floor, where it’s safe.”
    “Has he bothered you?”
    “Not yet. Look, Jake, I like Lucien and we work well together, but I sometimes get the feeling he would like to get a little closer, know what I mean?”
    “I think so.”
    “If he touches me, I’ll slap his ass across the room.”
    Jake laughed at the visual, and there was no doubt whatsoever Portia could take care of herself. He said, “I need to have a chat with Lucien. Let me handle it. I’ll warn him.”
    Portia took a deep breath and looked around the office. She nodded, smiled, said, “But I’m not a secretary, Jake. I’m going to be a lawyer, just like you.”
    “And I’ll help you in every way possible.”
    “Thank