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Wade
,
beaming
,
pocketed
the
bill
and
looked
anxiously
toward
his
mother
for
confirmation
.
But
she
,
with
a
pucker
in
her
brows
,
was
watching
Rhett
.
He
had
picked
Bonnie
from
the
floor
and
was
cradling
her
to
him
,
her
small
face
against
his
cheek
.
She
could
not
read
his
face
but
there
was
something
in
his
eyes
almost
like
fear
--
fear
and
self-accusation
.
Wade
,
encouraged
by
his
stepfather
's
generosity
,
came
shyly
toward
him
.
"
Uncle
Rhett
,
can
I
ask
you
sumpin
'
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
Rhett
's
look
was
anxious
,
absent
,
as
he
held
Bonnie
's
head
closer
.
"
What
is
it
,
Wade
?
"
"
Uncle
Rhett
,
were
you
--
did
you
fight
in
the
war
?
"
Rhett
's
eyes
came
alertly
back
and
they
were
sharp
,
but
his
voice
was
casual
.
"
Why
do
you
ask
,
son
?
"
"
Well
,
Joe
Whiting
said
you
did
n't
and
so
did
Frankie
Bonnell
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Rhett
,
"
and
what
did
you
tell
them
?
"
Wade
looked
unhappy
.
