Cane and Feverfew

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Thomas Abernathy had been gone from Georgia for twenty years, and in those twenty years, the kudzu had eaten half the county. He stood on the porch of the old Abernathy place and watched the green tide advance, and he felt a sick kind of pride. The kudzu was doing what the Abernathys had always done—it was taking over. It was claiming things that didn't belong to it.

The house behind him was dying. Thomas could feel it in the way the floorboards sagged, in the way the windows rattled in their frames when the wind blew. His father had kept this place running with a combination of charm, violence, and a bottomless reserve of denial. Thomas had inherited none of those things.

Mama Lil came out onto the porch. She was eighty years old and had been the Abernathys' housekeeper since before Thomas was born. She looked at the kudzu, then at Thomas. 'You come to sell the place?' she asked.

'No,' Thomas said. 'I came to find out who killed my daddy.'

Mama Lil didn't look surprised. She just nodded, slowly, like she'd been waiting twenty years for someone to ask that question. 'Then you need to go to the root cellar,' she said. 'Under the third floorboard. He left something there.'

Thomas spent the rest of the day cutting through kudzu to reach the root cellar door. It was padlocked, but he broke the lock with a crowbar. Inside, the air was cool and smelled of earth. Thomas pried up the third floorboard and found a tin box.

Inside the box were letters. Dozens of them. Thomas read the top one, and as he read, the floor seemed to drop out from under him. The letters were from his father to a woman named Maybelle Carver. The mayor's wife. And they weren't love letters. They were evidence.

Henry Abernathy had been threatening to expose the mayor's corruption. And the mayor had killed him for it. Twenty years ago. And nobody had ever known.

Thomas sat in the dirt of the root cellar and cried. He cried for his father, for the lies, for the twenty years he'd wasted hating a man he hadn't really known. Then he wiped his face, stood up, and went to find a phone.

He was going to the Atlanta Journal. He was going to tell them everything. And God help the mayor, because Thomas Abernathy was done being silent.

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