–This is an extension of Flannery O’Connor’s “Good Country People”
“You wouldn’ ‘spect somethin’ like this to be happenin’ ‘round here.”
“Yah always think that they’s only Good Country People ‘round here. Never ‘spect someone sellin’ Bibles to do that.”
“Well, he wasn’t really sellin’ them Bibles. Jus’ usin’ ‘em as a ploy to get that poor girl’s wood leg, soiling the holy name of Gawd.”
“What on Earth could that disturbin’ man want with her leg? And why did he have him a glass eye?”
“Who knows? But that Joy girl sure has had a tough life….too bad she takes it all out on herself and that awful nice mother of hers.”
“I heard she’s actually goin’ by ‘Hulga’ now, what a horrendous name that is. And it is truly sad.”
Following in the aftermath of watching Manly Pointer run off with her wooden leg, Joy-Hulga was set on staying in that loft for the rest of her remaining time. But shortly after, she heard Mrs. Hopewell calling for her. When her mother climbed the ladder into the loft, she found Hulga slumped and emotionless in the corner where Manly Pointer had left her.
Mrs. Hopewell had helped her down and back home, where Hulga locked herself in her room for four days. She could hear her shuffling around, rearranging her furniture, but never crying. She realized later that it wasn’t in her daughter’s nature to cry – or show any emotion at all.
When Mrs. Hopewell and Hulga had arrived home, Mrs. Freeman was there and Mrs. Hopewell explained what she thought had happened – that Manly Pointer had ran off with her daughter’s artificial leg. Mrs. Freeman had spread the story around, since gossiping is one of her talents, and after two days, the entire town knew about Mrs. Freeman’s version of what happened with Manly Pointer and Joy-Hulga.
On the fifth day preceding the events, Hulga decided to come out of her room and came into the kitchen. Mrs. Hopewell noticed a look of content on her face and realized that Hugla was actually smiling.
“Joy, er, Hulga…? Are you alright, honey? You’ve been through quite an ordeal and you’ve been in that room of yours for four whole days…? Do you need tah talk…?”
Mrs. Hopewell looked at her daughter through a wince, expecting Hulga to scream at her and make a scene. But Hulga took a cup of coffee, sat down at the table across from her mother and shrugged her shoulders.
“I’ve had enough time to think about this all, and I’ve come to realize that it wasn’t my own fault, nothing was…not the hunting accident, not this, not anything, they were just what they were – accidents and freak occurances.”
Mrs. Hopewell stared wide-eyed at her daughter and managed to get out “Euhh…well, of course nothing has been your fault, Joy….I’ve never thought that anything was your fault.”
Hulga’s face remained emotionless and she said, “But I blamed myself for everything that made my life bad…this experience has made me realize that it’s not my fault, everything just happens.”
“Well, of course that’s it, none of those things were your fault,” Mrs. Hopewell said, agreeing mostly because she didn’t want to upset Hulga and send her into a fit.
Hulga sat up straighter, looked her mother directly in the eyes and stated, “Today I’m going into town to get a new leg which should be done by Thursday, and on Friday, I’m leaving here.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to Wyoming, I’m going to get a farm and raise turkeys and chickens.”
“Well, that’s quite an ambitious goal, Joy, er, Hulga. Who’s goin’ to help you with this? You don’t know nothin’ really ‘bout raisin’ animals, you can’t just go out there on your own and ‘spect to have a farm.”
Hulga considered her mother’s words for a few seconds, then said, “I’m also going to the county office today, I’m going to change my name back to Joy. Hulga is a selfish, loathing name that I no longer feel is a part of me.” She had been mulling this over the past four days and had decided that as Hulga she had been blaming herself for her troubles and hardships.
“Why, Joy! What a surprise! It’s like you’ve gone and changed your entire outlook on life! I am so happy for you!”
“Yes, I guess I have. This whole experience has opened up my eyes.”
Joy and Mrs. Hopewell went into town later that day. As they walked through the streets, Joy could feel everyone’s eyes on her; she knew that they had heard what happened. Joy felt embarrassed and like they could all see her insides and knew what was going on in her mind.
“I feel like they shouldn’t be so gosh darn nosy. None of them should even care nothin’ bout you, Joy, don’t you worry ‘bout them,” Mrs. Hopewell reassured Joy, though she knew very well that the people in this town weren’t easy to ignore.
As if on cue, a woman came up and stood directly in front of Mrs. Hopewell and her daughter, scowling with her hands on her hips.
“So, I hears that you had yer leg stolen by that Bible salesman. What was you doin’ in that hay loft with him, hmmmmm?”
Mrs. Hopewell stepped in to avert the confrontation that this woman was trying to start, “It’s really none of your business, you should just be movin’ along now.”
“Well, dontcha think I knows it ain’t none of my business? I’m just curious is all. So what were you doin’ up there?”
Mrs. Hopewell had had enough and as she was pulling Joy away yelled back, “It ain’t none of your business what two people do in a hay loft! For all you needs to know, they was baling hay!”
Joy smiled at Mrs. Hopewell and they went into the doctor’s office. Their visit went without issue, Joy’s leg would be ready in two days on Thursday, and no one harassed her while she was there. They made it across the town to the city offices without any upset, and Hulga was no more.
Joy walked out of the office smiling and happy. Mrs. Hopewell returned home and spent the next two days happy. On Thursday, they went into town to get Joy’s new artificial leg and when they returned home, Joy started packing.
She left early Friday morning, leaving a note for her mother. Joy did not say when she would be back, but Mrs. Hopewell hoped that Joy would make it on her own on her farm in Wyoming and that she would hear from her soon.
Joy made it to the train station in town and rode the train all the way to Wyoming. As the train pulled to a stop, Joy got up and got her things ready. She moved toward the door with the other passengers. As she turned to her left to enter the aisle, she saw the woman that had confronted her in town three days before.
“What’re you doin’ here? Shouldn’ you be up in some barn with some man?”
“I’m quite obviously not in a barn with someone, and that’s certainly not where I belong,” Joy replied.
“Well, then what’re you doin’ here? You runnin’ ‘way from all yo’ problems? You think that them peoples back in that town ain’t gonna forget ‘bout you? If you do, you’re wrong. They be talkin’ ‘bout you for a long time. Who was that man that left you up theres in that barn anyway?”
“You really seem to have a knack for asking things that aren’t you business, don’t you?”
“Well, ma’am, all I wants to know is what his name was, that don’t seem like too much to ask does it?”
Joy considered the woman’s question, and since she didn’t even know the man’s real name, she figured she could give the woman any name.
“His name was Manly Pointer,” Joy said shortly, “but he told me before he left that that wasn’t his real name anyway.”
The woman’s eyes suddenly became angry and her face grew tight.
“Manly…Pointer, you say?”
“Yes…that’s the only the name he told me.”
“Manly Pointer is my husband’s name. My husband left me a week ago. I’m thinkin’ that you was layin’ up in that hay loft with my husband.”
Joy was taken aback. “I had no idea! He never said anything about being married, I swear!”
Just then, the door to the train opened and the people in line to get off in front of the two started getting off.
“Next time you think ‘bout layin’ with another lady’s husband, you remember this!” And the woman pushed Joy out of the door. Any person with both legs would have easily caught themselves, but Joy fell out of the train, hit the platform, and fell onto the tracks.
Before anyone could help Joy up, the train started moving forward. As Joy screamed in agony as both her artificial leg and her remaining real leg were sawed off by the moving train, Manly Pointer’s wife stood over her on the platform laughing hysterically.