As August walked the green, holding on to her niece, she thought about how the picturesque November day in no way matched the shame of the situation. The ivy looked like gold coins climbing up the tall buildings. The trees’ orange leaves glistened in the slight wind, giving the trees the appearance of sparklers igniting. To August, the day looked like a goddamn celebration.
God certainly had a sense of humor.
August drove toward the light, scanning for her sister and brother-in-law. The least she could do was drop them off, keep Joan safe by her side for the duration of the appointment, then pick them up, neither of them in any fit position to drive. With Derek gone, the house had been deathly quiet while she watched Joan.
“I need a motherfucking medical fucking doctor to look me in the eye and tell me my daughter going to be just fine,” Miriam had said that morning, bleary-eyed and half-comatose at the breakfast nook. August had never heard her sister curse. Never before heard this kind of flatness in her voice. Devoid of life. Joan, all the while, had attached herself to her mother’s hip like a blood tick.
August brought the Caddy to a complete stop outside the entrance, engine idling. She scanned the horizon. A row of hickory trees graced the western side of the hospital in a neat line.
She caught sight of her sister coming from a smaller, side entrance to the west of the main doors. It was hard to miss her—Miriam was steady approaching her due date. She was following Jax up to where the sidewalk met the pavement. August signaled right. She eased the car into first and made her way across the parking lot.
Jax turned then, not toward August—he hadn’t seen her car yet—but back toward Miriam. In a moment, she had caught up with him. He was saying something August couldn’t make out. She squinted in the morning light, cursing herself for having left her sunglasses on the goddamn kitchen table at home. The sun was blinding, reflecting off the trees with gold brilliance.
She shifted the car into second and pressed on the gas a bit. She’d never liked the damn Yankee much no way, and she didn’t like the way he was gesturing at her sister now.
She was nearly there. Then—a quick movement. And Joan started screaming, a terrible, desperate sound. August’s foot slipped off the clutch and she stalled out the car.
Jax’s right arm was outstretched as if he were reaching for an Olympic torch. Except, instead, his hand was clenched hard around her sister’s neck. And he was squeezing it. August saw her sister’s feet kick out. The nigga was lifting her off the ground!
“God’s”—and August uttered the same exact curse she had used when she found her mother dead in the garden—“cunt!” She fumbled with the ignition. Tried to start the car again, but because God was an angry one, it stalled for a second time. “Fuck!” August screamed.
Jax was still choking her sister.
“Fuck this,” August declared, unstrapping her seat belt. She left the driver’s-side door wide open. Keys still in the ignition, she sprinted toward them. She could see that Miriam had her hands over Jax’s in an attempt to pry his fingers loose.
A few feet away, she realized she may be tall, just a hair shy of Jax, but she didn’t weigh nearly enough to punch this man in the face, and it feel anything more than a slap. But Jax had his back to her. She could tackle him. Use the weight of her running to propel her human basketball of a self into him.
And she did just that. Shoved her body into Jax’s back with everything she had.
Jax fell.
So did Miriam.
But August was there to catch her, break her fall. She allowed herself to fall to the ground, and let her sister topple over her. She made sure her sister’s midsection was protected, bracing her hands to receive the full weight of Miriam and the baby.
How she had catapulted her frame to both subdue Jax and save her sister, August would never truly know. But she wouldn’t thank God for it. Not a chance. He had allowed all this to happen, August figured as she lay on the cool asphalt, her sister on top of her, heaving and gasping for breath. Because what kind of God lets an auntie leave her screaming niece in a car?