Bless Her Dead Little Heart

CHAPTER 38

Why was someone shaking her so hard?

Dickce surfaced from a deep sleep confused and alarmed.

“What do you want?” she asked crossly. “Stop that.”

“Miss Dickce, you have to get up,” Juanita said urgently. “There’s a fire, can’t you smell it?”

Fire.

That word woke Dickce immediately. She tossed off her covers and climbed out of bed. She stuck her feet in her slippers and grabbed her robe.

“We have to get out of the house,” Juanita said. “Come on.” She took hold of Dickce’s arm and started pulling her toward the door.

Once they hit the hallway, Dickce could smell the smoke.

“We have to wake up An’gel.” Pulling herself loose from the younger woman’s grasp, Dickce darted over toward her sister’s door.

“She’s not there.” Juanita grabbed her arm again. “I already looked. I can’t find her or my mother. I’m praying they’re already outside. Come on.”

Dickce ran for all she was worth to the head of the stairs, then moved more carefully down until her feet hit the floor again. The front door was open, and she and Juanita dashed out. Wade was already out there, but there was no sign of Rosabelle, An’gel, or Bernice.

“Where are they?” Dickce asked. “Wade, where is my sister? Have you seen her?”

“No,” Wade said. “One of the deputies knocked on my door and told me to get out of the house. I pulled on some shoes and got out as fast as I could. I haven’t seen the deputies or anyone else since I got out here.”

“I’m going back in there,” Dickce said. “I have to find An’gel.” She pushed Juanita away when the girl grabbed at her. “No, let me go.”

“The deputies will find her,” Juanita said as she took a firm hold of Dickce’s arm. “You’ll only put yourself and them in danger if you go back in the house. You need to stay here. I don’t know where my mother is either, but we can’t go back in there.”

“What if they don’t know she’s not out of the house?” Dickce tried as hard as she could to get loose from Juanita but the young woman was stronger than she was.

“They’ll know,” Juanita said.

“Where is the fire?” Dickce asked. “Maybe that’s where An’gel is, helping them put it out.”

“At the back of the house,” Wade said. “In the kitchen, I think.”

“Let me go,” Dickce said. “I’ve got to go see if An’gel is all right.”

“I’ll go with you,” Juanita said. “Maybe my mother and grandmother are there, too.” She turned to her uncle. “You wait here in case they come out. The fire truck ought to be here soon.”

“There it is,” Dickce said. She could hear a siren in the distance, quickly coming closer. “Come on.” She started for the rear of the house, pulling Juanita with her.

The outside lights were on, and that made it easier for Dickce to see her way around to the back. Juanita kept pace with her, even caught her once when she stepped in a slight depression in the ground and stumbled.

Even before they reached the corner of the house, Dickce could see light from the fire. Her heart felt like it stopped for a moment. She worried that An’gel was trapped somewhere inside. Lord, let her be safe. I don’t care if the whole house burns down as long as my sister is safe.

Juanita guided Dickce toward the driveway in front of the garage, and Dickce did not protest. Her gaze was riveted on the house and the fire inside the kitchen. She prayed over and over that An’gel would be all right. As she watched, one of the deputies came out of the house with a woman in his arms, her arms around his neck.

Dickce darted forward, too quickly for Juanita to grab her and hold her back.

A few steps closer, and Dickce could see that the woman in the deputy’s arms was her sister. At that moment a fire engine swept around the house and stopped. Another was right behind it.

Dickce stopped and watched as the men from the Athena Fire Department went into action. Two of them ran up to the deputy with a gurney. They placed An’gel on it and then carried her across the driveway toward Dickce and Juanita.

“An’gel, thank the Lord you’re alive,” Dickce said. She wanted to cry with relief. The sounds and the activity around them were loud and disorienting. There was a light wind blowing the smoke away from them. Dickce was thankful for that small mercy. She thought the noise might drive her mad if it didn’t end soon. This was like a living nightmare.

An’gel looked at her strangely as the EMTs set the gurney down near the garage. “My head hurts,” she said. “What happened?”

“Let me have a look at you, ma’am.” One of the EMTs claimed An’gel’s attention, and Dickce moved back out of the way. She noticed that Juanita was gone, then she saw her speaking to the deputy who had brought An’gel out of the house.

“What’s going on?”

Dickce turned to see Junior and Benjy, the latter with Diesel in his arms, coming out of the garage apartment.

“Miss Dickce, are you and Miss An’gel all right?” Benjy asked.

“I am,” Dickce said. “They’re checking An’gel right now.”

“Where are all the others?” Junior asked. “I see Juanita, but I don’t see Uncle Wade, Aunt Bernice, or Grandmother.”

“They’re out front by now, I hope,” Dickce said. “I know Wade is, but I’m not sure about Rosabelle and your aunt. Juanita didn’t know where they were either. We hoped they would be back here, but I haven’t seen them.”

For the first time Dickce realized how odd it was that neither Bernice nor Rosabelle had made an appearance. Had something happened to them?

She looked at her sister. The EMT was still checking her out. An’gel said her head hurt. Had someone struck her?

What if Rosabelle and Bernice were still in the house somewhere? Rosabelle might use the confusion as an opportunity to kill Bernice. Maybe she had even set a fire for that very purpose.

Dickce had to talk to that deputy. He was still with Juanita. She darted forward.

Juanita turned at that moment and came forward. “It’s all right, Miss Dickce,” she said. “I’ve told him about Mother and Grandmother. They’ll find them.” She took Dickce’s arm. “Let’s stay over here out of the way.”

Dickce thought Juanita seemed strangely calm. Why wasn’t she more upset over her relatives’ failure to appear? “Would you like to go back around to the front and check on them? They are probably there by now with your uncle.”

Juanita shook her head. “No, we don’t need to do that. Everything will be fine. I hope the firemen will be able to stop the fire from spreading. I would hate to see you lose your lovely house.”

Thoroughly bemused, Dickce allowed Juanita to lead her back to where the EMTs were still examining An’gel. She and Juanita stood beside Junior, Benjy, and Diesel and watched the firemen. Dickce figured she and the others were far enough away from the house, plus the wind was blowing away from them, that they should be able to remain here safely.

She wanted to talk to her sister, but she knew it was best to let the EMTs take care of her. The minute they were done, however, she would be right over there, demanding to know what had happened and whether An’gel was all right.

From what Dickce could tell, the fire crew appeared to be making headway against the fire. She could no longer see anything burning, though there was a lot of smoke. She prayed that the fire was out and had been contained in the kitchen. They would have to have the house thoroughly cleaned, of course. Not to mention the repairs to the kitchen and wherever else the fire might have spread. She let her mind roam back and forth over these mundane details. As long as she and her sister were alive and relatively unharmed, nothing else mattered.

One of the EMTs approached her and drew her a few steps away from the others. Dickce recognized him after a moment. He was the grandson of one of her school friends, Norma Faye Allenbury. She couldn’t recall his name, though.

“Miss Dickce,” he said, “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Grant Tisdale. My grandmother is a friend of yours.”

Dickce nodded. “I recognized you,” she said. “I’m sorry I couldn’t remember your name.”

Tisdale smiled. “No worries. I wanted to let you know that we are going to take Miss An’gel to the hospital. She’s going to be fine, but she did have a bump on the head and was unconscious for at least ten minutes or more. She’s stable, heart rate and everything are fine, but it’s a good idea to have the doc in the ER check her out.”

Greatly relieved, Dickce nodded. “Yes, I think that’s a very good idea. Has An’gel objected?”

Tisdale smiled again. “Only a little bitty bit. Would you like to come with us in the ambulance?”

“Yes,” Dickce said. She saw a dark form coming toward them. When the person walked into a less dim area, she could see it was Kanesha Berry. “Let me speak to the deputy for a moment, and then I’ll be ready to go.”

“That’s fine,” Tisdale said. “We’ll be over there.”

Dickce scurried over to Kanesha, conscious that she was in only her nightgown, slippers, and robe. “Thank the Lord you’re here.”

“Are you and Miss An’gel all right?” Kanesha asked. “I got here as soon as I could.”

“They want to take An’gel to the ER and have her checked by a doctor,” Dickce said. “The EMTs think she’s okay but it’s better to be sure. I’m going with her.”

“You do that, and don’t worry about anything here,” Kanesha said. “I’ll make sure everything that needs to be done will be.”

“Thank you,” Dickce said. “I’ll be at the hospital with An’gel.”

Kanesha nodded. “I’ll catch up with you there as soon as I can.”

Confident that Kanesha was in charge, Dickce walked over to where the EMTs waited with An’gel. “We’re going to the ER,” she said in her best no-nonsense tone.

“All right,” An’gel said. “I don’t have the energy to argue.” She held out a hand, and Dickce grasped it. “As long as we’re both here, that’s all that matters.”

Dickce felt the tears forming, but she was determined not to let An’gel see her cry. She simply nodded.

On the way to the hospital in Athena, Dickce thought briefly about the fate of Rosabelle and Bernice. She had the oddest feeling that something bad had happened, but all she could concentrate on right now was her sister.