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Excerpt from Chapter 10 of "Sarah and the Stranger"
by Claire Kellis

[Characters:

Jeff Thompson: 73, widower, father of Sarah Martin
Sarah Martin: 30, widow, mother of Jack and Joe Martin
Jack Martin: 14
Joseph Martin: 19 mos.
Maggie Thompson: 28, whore, daughter of Jeff's brother
Bud: 24, the stranger with amnesia, taken in by Sarah

Setting: A dance at the Jensens' farm in rural Illinois

Time: May, 1938]

(3200 words elided) 

* * *

The sun had just set, leaving the western horizon bright in reds and 
yellows, when they rode out together on the tractor-drawn wagon.  A 
proud Jack was allowed to drive, while Jeff sat with Maggie on the front
bench and Sarah, nursing the baby, with Bud on the specially fitted 
second.  The men wore suits and ties, except Jack, and the women their 
best dresses.  Their direction assisted the light evening breeze to keep
them free of mosquitoes.

"You ever see a sky like that in Chicago?" Jeff asked Maggie.

"Only in the morning.  Mama Belle's rear balcony looked out over the 
lake.  Some of us liked to eat breakfast on the balcony."

"Life in a whorehouse!  Wa'n't that more like supper?"

She giggled.  "If that's when you eat the most food."

"I know what else you ate.  Think you'll get some of that tonight?"

"I'm looking for it."

Behind them Bud asked Sarah, "How far is the Jensons'?"

"A couple miles.  Can you remember dancing?"

"Sort of.  I remember liking to do it."

"Maybe we can dance if I can get Jack to hold the baby."

"I'd love to dance with you.  You look wonderful, Sarah."

She smiled.  "Oh, Bud!  Uncle Ted is the only one who ever told me 
anything like that."

He blinked.  "Are the men blind around here?  Your face is one of the 
loveliest I've ever seen."

She ducked her head and blushed, momentarily unable to respond.

Joseph studied her with interest.  "Sumpin' wrong, Mama?"

"No, dear."  She tickled his armpits, producing a storm of giggles.  
After a deep breath she was able to face the man beside her.  "_You're_
the one who looks lovely."

"I?"  He chuckled.  "Thank you.  It's not just the men."

"Huh?"

"Who're blind."

"But you do!  And I noticed you remembered how to tie a necktie.  You 
had to help Daddy."

Bud laughed.  "I don't think he liked me reaching over his shoulders at
the mirror.  It's my hands that remember, not my head."

From the front bench Jeff said humorously, "My wife used to kiss me when
she did it.  I was disappointed."

"Sorry," said Bud, grinning.  "Never thought of that."

"I could've tied it," said Maggie, "and I would've kissed you too."

Jeff asked, "Who learned you that?"

"Some johns like that kind of help."

"Life in a whorehouse!"

"You said your wife tied yours."

"Her old man learned her how.  You're right: he treated her like a 
whore."

"You mean --"

"Forget I said it."  He raised his voice.  "You all hear that?"

Distant trumpet bleats wafted to them on the evening breeze over the 
rumbling tractor exhaust.  After listening a minute Jeff declared, 
"_Alexander's Ragtime Band_."

"It _is_!" Maggie agreed.  "How'd you know?"

"Heard it on the radio."

"You think they've already started?"

As she spoke the trumpet ceased in the middle of a bar.  "Tuning up," 
said Jeff.  An instrument with a deeper voice sounded next.

Maggie grinned around at the wagon occupants.  "This is gonna be such 
fun!"

"Wet already, ain't you?" suggested Jeff.

"Sopping."

He grinned slyly.  "Gonna fuck 'em all, Maggie?"

She tossed her head saucily and giggled.  "Probably not _all_!"


* * *


Two automobiles, loaded with riders, passed them in the last hundred 
yards under the darkening sky.  The crowd was already gathering.  Jack 
found a place to park wagon and tractor among similar rigs.  Jeff helped
Maggie down while Bud did the same for Sarah.  Jack set little Joseph on
his shoulders and the family made its way among the many people ringing
the stretch of grassy meadow under the strings of yellow lights.  
Orange, yellow and green bunting had been strung high between the lamp 
poles.  Sarah realized the bunting was actually red, white and blue, 
colors distorted by the lemony light.

The band sat atop a small stage constructed at one end of the lit area.
It consisted of a fiddle, clarinet, trumpet, trombone, accordion, bass 
viol and a set of drums.

"There's Doc Spencer!" exclaimed Sarah, pointing to the drummer.

Grinning at her, Jeff said dryly, "Now even the men will catch his 
rhythm."

She sniggered and pointed to another.  "There's Bertha Crowley, Daddy, 
looking at you.  Think she wants to dance?"

"My god, she's let her hair down!  Lemme at her!"  He plunged into the 
crowd.

Sarah moved away, Joseph on her hip, greeting acquaintances right and 
left, leaving Maggie, Bud and Jack standing together.

Bud said, "You seem to be looking for someone, Maggie."

"Percy, the banker.  I don't believe he's here yet."

"Do you remember these people?"

"Some of them.  But I haven't been home in 13 years.  They've changed a
lot.  I guess I have too.  Woo!  Look at that fellow in the white suit.
He's _hot_!"

Without a director the ad-hoc band chose its numbers by following the 
instrument that began a melody.  Trumpeted strains of Straus's _Blue 
Danube_ floated out over the crowd, quickly underpinned by the rest of 
the band, and people began to dance into the area under the lights.

Jack shook his cousin's arm.  "Maggie, you promised to learn me to 
dance."

She sighed.  "Well, I guess the waltz is good as any to start with.  
Come on."

Sarah came rushing back, followed closely by a strange man with the 
tanned face of a farmer.  "Bud, this is Calvin.  Will you hold Joseph 
for me to dance?"

"Howdy," said Calvin, regarding Bud with interest.

Bud nodded, taking the baby on his forearm.  He would have offered his 
hand but Calvin and Sarah promptly whirled away among the dancers.

"Up!" cried little Joe, hands raised.  Bud lifted him to his shoulders,
legs astride his neck.

"What do?" screeched the child in his ear.

"It's called dancing," he said, eyes following Sarah.

"Gonna fight?"

"I hope not."  Bud lost sight of Sarah.  At his last glimpse she was 
performing a graceful waltz, face flushed and eyes sparkling, held close
in Calvin's arms.  "God, your mother is a beautiful woman!"

"Beau'ful."

"I don't suppose you know who this Calvin is."

"Calvin."

"Not that it matters, I hope."


* * *


The women were dressed colorfully, some in short skirts lingering from 
the flapper era, most in skirts long enough to flare when they twirled.

Maggie abandoned Jack for a stranger after the first dance.  The lad 
stood morosely with Bud and the baby.

Bud pointed to a young girl standing several yards away at the front of
the watchers, one foot on the other, hands clasped before her.  "She's 
looking for a partner."

"You think so?" asked Jack eagerly.

"You only have to ask her."

"Um."

"What's the matter?"

The lad's eyes dropped.  "Um."

Bud chuckled.  "Cat got your tongue?"

Jack found his voice.  "You know what grandpa said."

"About what?"

"About the men killing you if you mess with their girls."

"They won't kill you, Jack.  She won't let them."

"You sure?"

"Do you see anybody standing around her with guns?"

"N-no.  How do you know she wants to dance?"

"Oh, she wants to, all right.  That's why everybody's here.  Go say to 
her, 'May I have this dance?'"

Jack shuffled forward.  When he reached the girl and spoke, her face 
brightened and she followed him willingly out among the dancers.  But 
shortly Jack returned.  Curiously one side of his face was red.

"She slapped me!" he volunteered angrily.

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing.  Felt of her tit."

Bud laughed outright.  "Remember what else your grandfather said?"

"What?"

"To treat strange girls like men at first -- with respect.  You wouldn't
grab a man's tit."

"I guess not," he admitted in a surly tone that graduated to 
wistfulness.  "She felt so good I forgot."

They watched the dancers for a minute.  The girl had returned to her old
stand.

"Did you like her?" Bud asked.

"Oh, yeah!  She's light as a feather and she smells good too."

"Well, there she is.  Go tell her, 'I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.  
Will you forgive me and dance some more?'"

"You think she will?"

"Not unless you ask."

Jack departed doubtfully.  He spoke to the young girl longer than 
before, but soon she followed him back into the dance.  When the music 
stopped, Jack returned her to the sidelines and appeared before Bud with
an excited expression.

"She likes me!" he declared.  "She says she likes a man brave enough to
apologize.  Thanks, Bud, thanks a lot!"  He whirled away, back to his 
new love.

The band was rendering a slow version of _My Darling, My Darling_ with 
the fiddle playing harmony, when Sarah appeared minus Calvin, 
breathless, face aglow.  "Oh my god, Bud, I'm having so much fun!"

He smiled fondly at her.  "I'm glad to see that."

Immediately her face sobered.  "Who'd you dance with?"

"No one asked me."

"Silly!  You know the guy asks."

"Well, then, _Madame_, may I have this dance?"

She blinked at him, glanced up at the baby and looked wildly around.  
Suddenly she smiled.  "Little Joe, you want to dance with Mama and Bud?"

"Dance Bud."

The man warned, "Hang on to my head, stinker."

The baby's arms went around Bud's forehead, showing he understood.

They merged with the swaying throng.  He would have held her at the 
proper distance but she immediately pushed her breasts into him.  She 
quickly proved to be a fine dancer.  Though a plump woman, in a 
pirouette to the beat she stepped lightly, following him perfectly.  The
baby crowed in his ears.  He led her into several more.

"You're a natural, aren't you?" he asked.

"A what?  I just love to dance.  You're wincing."  She looked up at the
baby.  "Joseph, don't pull Bud's hair."

"Pull hair."

She kissed a chubby leg and grumbled, "Jack was supposed to keep him."

"He's keeping a new girl friend instead."

"He is?  Good for him!"  Her voice tightened.  "Maybe he'll pant after 
somebody besides Maggie."

"Have you seen her?"

"She's already been to the cars."

"For a drink?"

"Huh!  With two guys.  I hope she don't bring home a disease."

"That would be a disaster."

"She'll make us sorry for our free ways."

"Maybe she'll find someone else to keep her.  She was looking for your 
friend, Percy."

"Don't call him that!  He _ain't_!"  But she giggled.  "Don't they just
deserve each other?  Two whores together."

"Maybe.  I guess Calvin is a local boy."

"Yeah.  I went to school with him.  His wife run off with a cowboy."

"I'll bet he was curious about the man you'd trust with your baby."

"Well, yeah.  I told him you was helping us on the farm."

"A hired hand?"

"I didn't answer when he said that.  I asked him what he'd heard from 
Julie.  That's his wife."

"Pretty good distraction?"

"It worked.  He wouldn't stop talking about her.  I traded him in."

The band took a break.  Back at the sidelines Jack showed up with his 
new girlfriend and introduced her to his mother as Macy.  She was a 
brightly-spoken girl with a shapely figure but an unfortunate receding 
chin, who lived half-way across the county.  When she left to join her 
own family after promising Jack the next dance, Sarah demanded, "How 
much older is she, Jack?"

"Not much."

"_How_ much?"

He turned his face away.  "She's eighteen."

"They's younger girls here, you know."

"I didn't see any."

"Did you bother to look?"

Bud felt the baby tugged from his shoulders.  He whirled, ready for war,
but Joseph went unhesitantly to the tugger, who proved to be Jeff with a
loosened necktie.  "Nice crowd!" he said, winking at Bud.

"Did Bertha dance with you?" asked Sarah.

"She did.  I taught her my high step on that fast number.  Then I danced
with Mrs. Alsworthy.  You remember Dot Alsworthy?  Her husband died last
year."  He cackled.  "These widows!  Damn if she didn't run her hand in
my britches."

Sarah snickered.  "Did she like what she found?"

"She said, 'Gosh, Jeffrey, it's still growing!'"

Father and daughter laughed together.

Suddenly Maggie joined them, grinning with whisky on her breath.  Her 
face looked fresher than it had an hour and a half earlier.  "Wow, what
a party!"

"Where'd you get the mascara?" Sarah demanded.

"From Betty Willis.  Remember her?  Used to sell cosmetics.  She asked 
about you.  We just left her boyfriend's car."

Jeff grinned at her.  "How's life treating you, Maggie?"

With an answering grin she reached into her blouse and let him see the 
corner of a thin pad of folded money before shoving it back out of 
sight.

His eyebrows rose.  "Way to go!"

"This place is a gold mine.  But now I want to dance.  Where's that 
band?"

"I see 'em straggling back.  Won't be long.  Have you seen Chuck?"

She giggled.  "And some of his friends."

"I think you made a hit with him."

"I must've.  He made a proposal."

Jeff looked interested.  "That's not the same as 'he proposed,' is it?"

She shook her head.  "He wants to be my business manager."

"What kind of business?" asked Sarah, listening near.

"For sure not farming!" Maggie retorted.

The women exchanged sharp looks.  Sarah's eyes narrowed.  "The only 
thing we do on the Martin farm is farm."

"You think?  I'd have to find a place closer to town anyway."

"That'd be a good idea."

Maggie sniffed.  "I wondered how we'd get along."

"You're greedy, Maggie."

"And you aren't?"

The women glowered at each other as the music resumed with a fast 
number.  "Swing at last!" Maggie crowed then frowned.  "I'll bet not a 
guy in this town ever heard of the Lindy Hop."

Bud said, "The jitterbug is pretty close to it."

She whirled to regard him.  "You can jitterbug?"

"I believe so."  He smiled and extended his arm.  "May I have this 
dance, madam?"

Sarah's hand twitched toward him but Maggie and he had already stepped 
out onto the well-stomped grass, along with three or four other couples
doubtfully trying to devise conforming two-steps.  At first Sarah felt 
relieved; apparently bodies were not held closely in this dance.  Maggie
and Bud twirled and rotated separately, occasionally clasping hands, 
bouncing well apart then coming back together.  The other dancers paused
to watch.

On one of the coming-togethers Maggie flew up and over Bud's shoulders,
landing lightly on her feet.  After a rotation or two she did it again.
Sarah's mouth gaped.  How did they know to act in such perfect 
synchrony?  In a different maneuver he picked Maggie up from behind, 
hand between her legs, and tossed her in an aerial somersault.  Again 
she landed on her feet and the watchers opposite Sarah cheered.  A 
moment later they repeated the somersault, this time towards Sarah.  All
around her the crowd clapped and cheered.  Now she understood why: a 
flash of dark pubes had revealed Maggie's missing panties.  Her blood 
rose.  Bud's hand must have firmly squeezed her cousin's hairy pussy, 
twice now.

A third maneuver caused her to clench her fists in rage.  Maggie took a
running step toward Bud and leapt up, her legs sweeping around his arms
and the backs of her knees hooking on his shoulders.  Briefly the crowd
was treated to an unobstructed view of that hairy pussy upside down just
under Bud's chin.  With his hands under her shoulders she completed the
backward somersault to land on her feet and dance away.  A moment later
she repeated the leap but this time continued over his head to do a 
forward somersault behind him.

Now the crowd was cheering continuously.  "It's the jitterbug," they 
called back and forth.  Sarah heard a nearby girl ask plaintively, 
"Would I have to take my panties off?"

After several more maneuvers, the most spectacular of which involved Bud
hopping over Maggie's suddenly prone body, reaching between his legs to
catch her hands and dragging her entire person between them to stand her
on her feet, the music finally ended.  A hugely grinning Bud tugged a 
breathless Maggie back to her family through a storm of cheers and 
claps, no few of which landed approvingly on his shoulders.

"God damn you!" shouted Sarah when her cousin stood before her.  
Maggie's eyes enlarged with astonishment and she froze, unable to duck 
when Sarah's hand lashed out and slapped her stingingly into the 
following spectators, who dodged aside to let her fall on her back.

Sarah descended upon the fallen woman, gouging for her eyes and trying 
to yank out her hair.  Fortunately Maggie's hair was still too short for
a good hand hold and she had the sense to turn her face away.  Her own 
hands slapped belatedly at Sarah's face.

"Cat fight!" someone screamed and the crowd fell back a pace.

Jeff and Bud looked at each other in horror.  Jeff passed the baby to 
Jack, standing nearby with sagging chin, and followed Bud to the 
entangled pair on the ground.  Exerting himself, Bud had already pulled
Sarah off her victim.  A maddened Maggie would have swarmed up to 
continue the fight had Jeff not caught her securely in his arms.

Sarah turned enough in Bud's arms to aim a backhand slap at him.  "Damn
you too!" she cried as he ducked.


* * *


On the immediately ensuing wagon ride home Maggie, now sitting subdued 
beside Bud on the back bench while Sarah, nursing her baby, sat with 
Jeff on the front, asked her companion plaintively, "But what did we 
do?"

Bud heaved a deep sigh.  "I never realized the jitterbug was so 
personal."

"Personal, ha!" sneered Sarah over her shoulder.  "You slut, when'd you
take off your panties?"

"_I_ didn't," Maggie said with a sniff.

Jeff snickered.  "She had lots of help with that."

Sarah snapped at her father, "You stay out of this!  What happened to 
them?"

"To what?"

"Your panties.  _My_ panties!"

Maggie's voice lowered.  "I don't know."

"Would've thought you'd learn to keep up with 'em in a whorehouse."

"We didn't wear panties."

"Well, you're gonna buy me another pair."

"All right.  I'll do it tomorrow."

They rode awhile in silence.  Maggie squeezed Bud's leg and said softly,
"That was really fun!"

"Damn you!" muttered the woman in front.

Bud sighed again.  "Sarah, I apologize if I behaved badly in your 
estimation, but my dear, it was only a dance -- a bit wild, I admit.  
You would enjoy it too."

"Don't call me your _dear_!"

"As you wish, but I hope nothing has changed between us.  I certainly 
never meant that, however it looked."

Maggie huffed and turned away from him, releasing his leg.

The light left burning on the Martins' back porch was in sight when 
Sarah turned her torso to the back, facing away from Maggie.  "Bud, can
you teach me how to do it?"


Contacts
Claire: clairewillington@gmail.com
Kellis: kellis@dhp.com

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