I finally remembered to buy Blackburn’s Syrup. Bud’s favorite was Johnny Fair, but I haven’t seen that in a long time. That evening, I smelled toast and heard Bud rummaging around in the kitchen and digging in the pantry. I didn’t offer to help, since he can usually manage a snack on his own.
In just a minute, he came bursting in to accuse me. “You ate all the peanut butter! You bought syrup when you ate all the peanut butter! That’s cruel! Just cruel! You know I love peanut butter and syrup on toast and you finally bought syrup and there’s no peanut butter. That’s just cruel!”
He abandoned his toast syrup and slumped forlorn in his chair as I tried not to laugh. I bought peanut butter today.
“Are you gonna pay for that gum?”
Phyllis and I turned to see Billy’s cheek bulging. His eyes got big and a stream of purple drool ran out of the corner of his mouth. The three of us stood horrified before Old Man Hillen, the proprietor of the Variety Store. It was obvious the sour old geezer took no prisoners where pilfering children were concerned.
“Spit it out.” Phyllis demanded, her face as hard as the old man’s. She hurriedly paid for our purchases as Billy and I beat her out the door. We knew there would be Hell to pay. Phyllis aligned herself with our parents and could be depended upon to report any infraction. This one was huge.
The situation was made more ominous since our business in the first place was the purchase of Mother’s birthday gift. The three of us had walked to the Variety Store after school. Mother was to pick us up. The wait seemed endless, knowing the catastrophe that was brewing.
“Billy Ray stole a piece of gum!” she exploded before she even got the car door shut. “Mr. Hillen made me pay for it!”
Mother was appalled. “Oh no. I hope you’re ashamed of yourself. I’m gonna have to tell your daddy about this.” A pall hung over us, dreading what was to come.
Justice was swift and sure. Daddy was enraged as he railed at Billy, before strapping him with his belt, then pausing before giving him a few more. Worse yet was the pronouncement that they’d be going back tomorrow for Billy to apologize and make it right. It was a terrible night at our house. No one escaped Daddy’s black mood.
Daddy was waiting for Billy when the bus ran, always dependable when punishment was due. He led the small boy into the Variety Store and announced to Mr. Hillen, “My son has something to say to you.”
Humiliated, Billy managed to stammer an apology.
Rather than accepting Billy’s apology, the hateful old man launched into a tirade against thieving kids and the way sorry parents were raising them. Daddy was infuriated and told him they’d made it right and he wasn’t listening to anymore of his mouth. They left. We never went back in that store.