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〃Naw； Jake。 I ain't tellin'。〃
〃Did you discuss it with Lester？〃
The glare returned to his eyes。 〃Nope。 He ain't on trial； and it ain't none of his business。〃
〃Where is he？〃
〃Chicago。 Left yesterday。 And don't you go call him。 I've made up my mind； Jake。〃
We'll see； Jake said to himself。 Lester would find out shortly。
Jake opened the door。 〃That's it。 I'm fired。 Just like that。〃
Carl Lee stared at his picture and said nothing。
Carla was eating breakfast and waiting。 A reporter from Jackson had called looking for Jake； and had told her about Marsharfsky。
There were no words； just motions。 He filled a cup with coffee and went to the back porch。 He sipped from the steaming cup and surveyed the unkempt hedges that lined the boundary of his long and narrow backyard。 A brilliant sun baked the rich green Bermuda and dried the dew； creating a sticky haze that drifted upward and hung to his shirt。 The hedges and grass were waiting on their weekly grooming。 He kicked off his loafers…no socks…and walked through the soggy turf to inspect a broken birdbath near a scrawny crepe myrtle； the only tree of any significance。
UC11111U Him。
He took her hand and smiled。 〃You okay？〃 she asked。
〃Yeah； I'm fine。〃
〃Did you talk to him？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃What did he say？〃
He shook his head and said nothing。
〃I'm sorry； Jake。〃
He nodded and stared at the birdbath。
〃There will be other cases；〃 she said without confidence。
〃I know。〃 He thought of Buckley； and could hear the laughter。 He thought of the guys at the Coffee Shop； and vowed not to return。 He thought of the cameras and reporters； and a dull pain moved through his stomach。 He thought of Lester； his only hope of retrieving the case。
〃Would you like some breakfast？〃 she asked。
〃No。 I'm not hungry。 Thanks。〃
〃Look on the bright side；〃 she said。 〃We won't be afraid to answer the phone。〃
〃I think I'll cut the grass；〃 he said。
The Council of Ministers was a group of black preachers that had been formed to coordinate political activities in the black munities of Ford County。 It met infrequently during the off years； but during election years it met weekly； on Sunday afternoons； to interview candidates and discuss issues； and； more importantly； to determine the benevolence of each office seeker。 Deals were cut； strategies developed； money exchanged。 The council had proven it could deliver the black vote。 Gifts and offerings to black churches rose dramatically during elections。
The Reverend Ollie Agee called a special meeting of the council for Sunday afternoon at his church。 He wrapped up his sermon early； and by 4：00 P。M。 his flock had scattered when the Cadillacs and Lincolns began filling his parking lot。 The meetings were secret； with only ministers who were council members invited。 There were twenty…three black churches in Ford County； and twenty…two members were present when Reverend Agee called the meeting to order。 The meeting would be brief； since some of the ministers； especially from the Church of Christ； would begin their evening services shortly。
The purpose of the meeting； he explained； was to organize moral； political； and financial support of Carl Lee Hai…ley； a member in good standing of his church。 A legal defense fund must be established to assure the best legal representation。 Another fund must be established to provide support for his family。 He； Reverend Agee； would chair the fund…raising efforts； with each minister responsible for his own congregation； as usual。 A special offering would be taken during the morning and evening services； starting next Sunday。 Agee would use his discretion in disbursing the money to the family。 Half of the proceeds would go to the defense fund。 Time was important。 The trial was next month。 The money had to be raised quickly while the issue was hot； and the people were in a giving mood。
cuuncn unanimously agreed witn Keverend Agee。 He continued。
The NAACP must bee active in the Hailey case。 He would not be on trial if he was white。 Not in Ford County。 He was on trial only because he was black； and this must be addressed by the NAACP。 The national director had been called。 The Memphis and Jackson chapters had promised help。 Press conferences would be held。 Demonstrations and marches would be important。 Maybe boycotts of white…owned businesses…that was a popular tactic at the moment； and it worked with amazing results。
This must be done immediately； while the people were willing and in a giving mood。 The ministers unanimously agreed and left for their evening services。
In part due to fatigue； and in part due to embarrassment； Jake slept through church。 Carla fixed pancakes； and they enjoyed a long breakfast with Hanna on the patio。 He ignored the Sunday papers after he found； on the front page of the second section of The Memphis Post； a full…page spread on Marsharfsky and his famous new client。 The story was plete with pictures and quotes from the great lawyer。 The Hailey case presented his biggest challenge； he said。 Serious legal and social issues would be addressed。 A novel defense would be employed； he promised。 He had not lost a murder case in twelve years； he boasted。 It would be difficult； but he had confidence in the wisdom and fairness of Mississippi jurors。
Jake read the article without ment and laid the paper in the trash can。
Carla suggested a picnic； and although he needed to work he knew better than to mention it。 They loaded the Saab with food and toys and drove to the lake。 The brown； muddy waters of Lake Chatulla had crested for the year； and within days would begin their slow withdrawal to the center。 The high water attracted a flotilla of skiboats； bass rigs； catamarans； and dinghies。
Carla threw two heavy quilts under an oak on the side of a hill while Jake unloaded the food and doll house。 Hanna arranged her large family with pets and automobiles
on one quilt and began giving orders and setting up house。 Her parents listened and smiled。 Her birth had been a harrowing； gut…wrenching nightmare； two and a half months premature and shrouded with conflicting symptoms and prognoses。 For eleven days Jake sat by the incubator in ICU and watched the tiny； purple； scrawny； beautiful three…pound body cling to life while an army of doctors and nurses studied the monitors and adjusted tubes and needles； and shook their heads。 When he was alone he touched the incubator and wiped tears from his cheeks。 He prayed as he had never prayed。 He slept in a rocking chair near his daughter and dreamed of a beautiful blue…eyed； dark…haired little girl playing with dolls and sleeping on his shoulder。 He could hear her voice。
After a month the nurses smiled and the doctors relented。 The tubes were removed one at a time each day for a week。 Her weight ballooned to a hearty four and a half pounds； and the proud parents took her home。 The doctors suggested no more children； unless adopted。
She was perfect now； and the sound of her voice could still bring tears to his eyes。 They ate and chuckled as Hanna lectured her dolls on proper hygiene。
〃This is the first time you've relaxed in two weeks；〃 Carla said as they lay on their quilt。 Wildly colored catamarans criss