Back Goodnight Lady
Chapters (60)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Praise
  4. Dedication
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Prologue 1989
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. BOOK TWO - 1925
  17. Chapter Ten - 1925
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-one
  29. Chapter Twenty-two
  30. Chapter Twenty-three
  31. Chapter Twenty-four
  32. Chapter Twenty-five
  33. Chapter Twenty-six
  34. Chapter Twenty-seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-one
  39. Chapter Thirty-two
  40. BOOK THREE - 1947
  41. Chapter Thirty-three
  42. Chapter Thirty-four
  43. Chapter Thirty-five
  44. Chapter Thirty-six
  45. Chapter Thirty-seven
  46. Chapter Thirty-eight
  47. Chapter Thirty-nine
  48. Chapter Forty
  49. BOOK FOUR - 1968
  50. Chapter Forty-one - 1968
  51. Chapter Forty-two
  52. Chapter Forty-three
  53. Chapter Forty-four
  54. Chapter Forty-five
  55. Chapter Forty-six
  56. Chapter Forty-seven
  57. Chapter Forty-eight
  58. Chapter Forty-nine
  59. Chapter Fifty - 1970
  60. EPILOGUE

‘Yes, sir! She liked black meat did Gloria Day! And Tobias, well, he was good to her. Anyway, Tobias took a liking to me. He knew I loved to hear the piano. Miss Day would play and I’d listen, getting a whipping for not sweeping the porch or cleaning the floor, whatever I was supposed to be doing. Well, Miss Day called me in and said to me - she had a high voice, kind of sweet but bitter, you know? - she says, “Evander, you like my piana playing, boy?” And I says real cute, “Yes, mam.”

‘So she shows me the scales. Anyway, for some reason she decided to teach me to play. I’d spend hours with her, listening to her. I could listen to her all night and day. She was an interesting person, you see. My mammy said, “Evander, she gonna get fed up soon so don’t you be breaking your heart over it if she does.”

‘But God was good, and she began to teach me Chopin. Well, I picked it up real quick, and it pleased her. When I’d play, she’d laugh her head off. That went on for five years. The best five years of my life. By the time I was ten, I could play any damned thing she asked. Somehow, I think now, looking back, I was like the child she never had. She even tried to get me into a school, but the authorities wouldn’t even listen. But I’d already accepted that so when she told me, I wasn’t too disappointed.’

‘It sounds wonderful. You had a great childhood ...’

Evander laughed out loud.

‘No, Kerry. That part of it was good, sure, but I was a nigger, and niggers don’t have no childhood! You’re a man from the first time you hold you own pecker and pee! Anyway, one morning we goes there and Miss Day is sitting on her porch, looking real bad. Her face was whiter than I ever seen it, and she was white you know. White skin, white hair, white clothes ...’

He swallowed hard and took a sip of his cold coffee.

“‘Look round the back, Lissy,” she tells my mammy. “Look what they done.”’

He looked down at the table for a few seconds.

‘Who are “they”, and what had they done?’ Kerry’s voice was serious now. She was frightened of what he was going to say, but had to know.