Chapter Twenty-Three-Scarecrows

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Betsey was scared.

"Mom!".

All she heard was silence.

"MOM!".

Yet more silence.

Now, in the space of three hours, the howling wind blew.

It was like a horror movie; it was...

...And she saw Dealing Farm.

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She heard legends about the scarecrows there.

Nasty ones.

And she grabbed her red nightgown...and covered her breasts.

She heard shuffling outside her bedroom window. The lamp illumed the porch; the moonlight seeked her out.

She wished her Mom wouldn't have sex with strangers; she wished that she was normal; she wished her future wasn't to meet men...and have AIDS, like the actor Rock Hudson did, when Grandma was alive.

And, she knew that the farm was full of the scarecrows. Because, sometimes, they'd move. And when Dad was killed, Mom was out more often.

And she'd have short conversations with her:

"Mom, I don't want you to get HIV/AIDS?"; "Mom, some guys are evil"; "Mom, being a prostitute can lead to STDs"...

"And I know what I'm doing", she say.

And then she heard the front doorbell ring...

...She opened the door...And saw the police.

"We're sorry. But your Mom is dead", a cop said.

"She was bashed to death", the female cop informed her.

"Nooooooooo!!!".

And she stared at the scarecrows...and fainted.

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