“If you keep them hands out your pockets, you could stay on your feet.” Versh said. “You cant never get them out in time to catch yourself, fat as you is.”
Father was standing by the kitchen steps.
“Where’s Quentin.” he said.
“He coming up the walk.” Versh said. Quentin was coming slow. His shirt was a white blur.
“Oh.” Father said. Light fell down the steps, on him.
“Caddy and Quentin threw water on each other.” Jason said.
We waited.
“They did.” Father said. Quentin came, and Father said, “You can eat supper in the kitchen tonight.” He stopped and took me up, and the light came tumbling down the steps on me too, and I could look down at Caddy and Jason and Quentin and Versh. Father turned toward the steps. “You must be quiet, though.” he said.
“Why must we be quiet, Father.” Caddy said. “Have we got company.”
“Yes.” Father said.