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Mr. Huckleberry

Jeff Harvey

    Mr. Huckleberry picked us up in his ‘64 Plymouth and took off for the five-minute drive to the hospital. They’d been going there for lunch ever since Mr. Huckleberry retired from the ministry two years ago. Granny Rose said she liked it because a dietician planned the menu.
    The cafeteria was the only place around to give a senior citizen discount, so Mr. Huckleberry naturally liked it. Miss Alma who lives next door told me Mr. Huckleberry didn’t have much money and liked visiting Granny Rose because she made him dinner every night. And he liked the reception on her television.
    We arrived at eleven o’clock and waited in our spot near the emergency room until the cafeteria opened at eleven-thirty. This place always smelled like Granny Rose’s bathroom after she cleaned it.
    Today was busier than usual. Lots of people were coming through with broken limbs and upset stomachs. One guy had burned his bottom when he fell into a pot of boiling water while out on a camping trip. Granny Rose said drinking was probably involved.
    Just before it was time to go eat, a stretcher barreled through the doors with a man on it, covered in blood. He was rubbing his head and yelled out, “Why would she do this to me?”
    It was Jesse Davis who lived in a trailer north of Warm Springs with his wife and five kids. Sometimes they went to Mr. Huckleberry’s church. Granny Rose said the bank was about to take away their property for not paying the mortgage. Jesse had gambled away his paychecks from the furniture factory after finding out his wife had broken one of the Ten Commandants. Granny Rose didn’t say which one.
    Jesse looked at Mr. Huckleberry and said, “Tell the cops it was Wendy Jenkins that did this to me.”
    “Wendy Jenkins?” Granny Rose scrunched up her eyebrows. “Why she’s the church treasurer. She wouldn’t hurt nobody.”
    “She gave me that money,” Jesse said as the nurse pushed his stretcher into the next room.
    “Rose, we ain’t privy to everything.” Mr. Huckleberry stood up. “Let’s go eat. Then I’ll call the sheriff and tell him what Jesse said.”



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