45 Thank You, M'am
She was a large woman with a large purse. It had a long strap , and she carried it slung across her shoulder. It was about eleven o'clock at night, and she was walking alone, when a boy ran up behind her and tried to snatch her purse. The strap broke with the sudden single tug the boy gave it from behind. But the boy's weight and the weight of the purse combined caused him to lose his balance, so the boy fell on his back on the sidewalk. The large woman reached down, picked the boy up by his shirt front, and shook him until his teeth rattled .
After that the woman said, "Pick up my pocketbook , boy, and give it here." She still held him. But she bent down enough to permit him to stoop and pick up her purse. Then she said, "Now ain't you ashamed of yourself?"
Firmly gripped by his shirt front, the boy said, "Yes 'm."
The woman said, "What did you want to do it for?"
The boy said, "I didn't aim to."
She said, "You lie!"
By that time two or three people passed, stopped, turned to look, and some stood watching.
I'm very sorry, lady. I'm sorry, whispered the boy.
Um-hum! Your face is dirty. I got a great mind to wash your face for you. Ain't you got nobody home to tell you to wash your face?
No 'm,said the boy.
Then it will get washed this evening, said the large woman, starting up the street, dragging the frightened boy behind her.
He looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild , in tennis shoes and blue jeans.
The woman said, "You ought to be my son. I would teach you right from wrong. Least I can do right now is to wash your face. Are you hungry?"
No 'm,said the being dragged boy. "I just want you to turn me loose ."
Was I bothering you when I turned that corner? asked the woman.
But you put yourself in contact with me, said the woman. "If you think that that contact is not going to last a while, you got another thought coming.When I get through with you, sir, you are going to remember Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones."
When Mrs. Jones got to her door, she dragged the boy inside, down a hall, into a large kitchenette -furnished room at the rear of the house. She switched on the light and left the door open. The boy could hear other roomers laughing and talking in the large house. Some of their doors were open, too, so he knew he and the woman were not alone. The woman still had him by the neck in the middle of her room.
She said, "What is your name?"
Roger, answered the boy.
Then, Roger, you go to that sink and wash your face,said the woman, whereupon she turned him loose—at last.
You gonna take me to jail? asked the boy, bending over the sink.
Not with that face, I would not take you nowhere, said the woman. "Here I am trying to get home to cook me a bite to eat and you snatch my pocketbook! Maybe, you ain't been to your supper either, late as it be. Have you?"
There's nobody home at my house, said the boy.
Then we'll eat, said the woman, "I believe you're hungry—or been hungry—to try to snatch my pocketbook."
I wanted a pair of blue suede shoes, said the boy.
Well, you didn't have to snatch my pocketbook to get some suede shoes, said Mrs. Jones. "You could've asked me."
The water dripping from his face, the boy looked at her. There was a long pause. A very long pause. After he had dried his face, and not knowing what else to do, he dried it again. The boy turned around, wondering what next. The door was open. He could make a dash for it down the hall. He could run, run, run, run, run!
The woman was sitting on the daybed . After a while she said, "I were young once and I wanted things I could not get. I have done things, too, which I would not tell you, son—neither tell God, if He didn't already know. Everybody's got something in common. So you sit down while I fix us something to eat."
Mrs. Jones got up and went behind a screen. She did not watch the boy to see if he was going to run now, nor did she watch her purse, which she left behind her on the daybed. But the boy took care to sit on the far side of the room, where he thought she could easily see him out of the corner of her eye if she wanted to. He did not trust the woman not to trust him. And he did not want to be mistrusted now.
She heated some lima beans and ham, made the cocoa, and set the table. The woman did not ask the boy anything about where he lived, or his folks, or anything else that would embarrass him. Instead, as they ate, she told him about her job in a hotel beauty-shop that stayed open late. Then she cut him a half of her ten-cent cake.
Eat some more, son,she said.
When they were finished eating she got up and said, "Now, here, take this ten dollars and buy yourself some blue suede shoes. And next time, do not make the mistake of latching onto my pocketbook nor nobody else's—because shoes got by devilish ways will burn your feet. I got to get my rest now. But from here on in, son, I hope you will behave yourself."
She led him down the hall to the front door and opened it. "Good night! Behave yourself, boy!" she said, looking out into the street as he went down the steps.
The boy wanted to say something else other than "Thank you, M'am" to Mrs. Jones, but he couldn't do so as he turned at the foot of the barren stoop and looked up at the large woman in the door. He barely managed to say "Thank you" before she shut the door. And he never saw her again.
(By Langston Hughes )