uncle john killed abbey

[john]

Lizzie walks on the road and wishingly that she had the mirror back and listens to little things stuck in ditches and horses that ride high or ride softly and mess the streets and respond and are pretty when she wants them to be. She twirls and she remembers a specific twirl and a specific time and she needs to find someone that can be with her now. Forever now, for she is alone. The air is cool and nice onto her face and she smiles at noone and walks barefeet kicking gravel onto her dress and a carridge stops. It is another old man and she wants a young man now, one who will watch the moon with her and listen to flowers and hold her hand and like her even if she isn't so fine always. A man who she can teach to dancer, and laugh with soda pop and whisper sometimes that her hair is pretty and her shoes are right. A man who knows this road and can fix a bad tire and love the look of a duck and walk and not be unhappy. But it is another old man in the carridge and she smiles to him and...................

[john]

There is a boy with the man, and they smell of horses and of Listerene, and the man says, "can give you a lift," and they are God's people, and Lizzie says, "OK," and gets in beside the boy and his pants are washed and his hair is wet and combed and the man says, "we're just goin' to town," and Lizzie smiles at that. The carridge rocks a little back and forth and the horses are finely horses and responsive and quiet and the boy asks, "what's your name?" and Lizzie smiles and says, "my name is Lizbeth."
"Oh," says the boy.
"What's yours?"
"I'm Tom. My brother is Jack."
"Do you have a pony?"
"No. I'm not old enough yet. Jack has a pony."
They sit in quietly and Lizzie keeps saying to her self, "confidence, confidence."
The old man flicks the horses and turns to Lizzie, "gonna be a wet year."
"Yes."
"Everything will be greenin' up soon."
"when is your birthday Tom?"
"Oh, September, September 8."
"I'll send you a nice present."
"Why?"
"Because you're Tom."
Lizzie watched the trees and the horses standing in the fields and the cows that watched her and smelled things and listend to the nothing and was in some town and was alone again and heard the whispers of the library and the bus depot and people sitting on the floor and people followed her and she waited for the night when she could be alone again.
She was tired of walking, so she bought a ticket for anywhere and sat and slept and didn't remember her dreams and when she woke she had missed the call and bought another ticket and sat and slept more knowing dreams were better than this.
And then........................