Excerpt from Ruby by Cynthia Bond, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

"Ceal—"

"I ain't got flippers."

"Mama—"

"What?"

Ephram noticed his wrist trembling. Just barely, but there it was. He set his cup down.

"Mama—it's just cake."

"Bait more like it."

"She just—"

"Tell me you ain't lie your own mama into making ho-cake?" Ephram breathed in a huge gulp of air, as the sleeping pain in his fingers yawned to waking. Far away Andy began singing "Amazing Grace."

"Your bones botherin' you today baby?"

"No." The pain stretched itself into his knuckles, wrists and arms.

Celia took his hand. "Ephram, you always been simple. When you was a boy you'd come back with half a pail a' milk instead of whole. Couldn't never figure out how to stop that cow from kickin' it out from under you. But that's all right. God love simple, but so do the Devil. Cuz simple ain't got the kind of mind to withstand temptation."

Ephram's bones began to shoot through with fire, the very marrow sizzled under his skin. It was the bad day pain, the worst he'd felt in years. He began to perspire. His legs began to shake as a dot of sweat dropped onto the kitchen table. Ephram stood.

"You need your bad day cane?"

He didn't look at her when he said, "I'm not going out today Mama." Ephram walked to the doorway as Celia took a cloth and wiped away the drop of sweat. He walked past the narrow hallway as she stood and plopped her green beans into a waiting pot on the stove. He crept into his bedroom, slipped off his polished shoes, took off his jacket and hat, then lay back flat upon the iron bed.

Celia called in from the kitchen, "You want a slice of cake, baby?"

"Not now Mama."

"Well, I'll cut you a piece. Leave it out for when you get up."


Ephram prayed against the pain. It came anyway, sizzling like a pit fire. Rising, burning, sucking. Ephram gritted his teeth against it. Sweat poured into the curve of his ear, onto the pillowcase. It began receding. Ephram took in a breath. He felt the bedsprings coiled beneath him. The ceiling low and bumpy from when Celia hired the Pastor's son to scrap stucco gray over the wood.

It started again, clanging like a fire alarm, wrenching his stomach. Ephram balled his fists so hard, all ten crescent moons disappeared to white. It passed. He gasped for air.

The spells were getting worse. Lately, he'd felt like his bones were God's kindling. That God must be awfully cold to set so many fires. As Ephram waited for the pain, he saw Ruby as she used to be, the first time he'd seen her. The sweet little girl with long braids. The kind of pretty it hurt to look at, like candy on a sore tooth.

Ephram gasped in. He could tell this wave would be big. The hurt rose up, and the world crashed down. Ephram's last thought before passing out was of sorrow, that Ruby would never taste Celia's angel cake.

His body grew limp upon the chenille spread, his bones grinding even in slumber. The Saturday sun ruffling his curtains, sending fingers of light across the floor. Outside something cawed from atop a tree. Something shiny and black. It flew from its perch and made lazy eights over Jennings land, then it drifted down from the sky into a patch of yard just outside Ephram's room. Scratching and strutting until a broom-toting woman yelled at it from inside the house. At that the crow tilted her head, spread her wings and caught the wind. Then she cawed.

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