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Misty went on.
“Oops, sorry. Rachel and me make up a bunch every day, and then the next day when he goes in to work, Mr. Rhett takes them and hangs them all over the place. He says he’ll hang them as long as we make them, and we’ve made over three hundred already.”
Rachel stepped in to clarify.
“It’s not just us. All the kids on Baker Street are helping out. And our dad, before he got shot, got the chief of police to get involved. He said that if your mom flags down a police car and gets a ride to him, he will personally bring her directly to you, wherever you are.”
Sara didn’t know quite what to say.
“You guys are so sweet… thank you so much.”
Scarlett added her two cents.
“I asked her why she capitalized each word and she said that’s because it’s how the newspaper used to do its headlines, and she wanted it to look professional. Then I asked why she always made the name ‘Stacey’ so big and… well, you tell her, Punkin.”
Misty grinned and said, “Well, you know how you can walk past a crowd of people and not even notice any of them, and then someone calls your name real loud and it gets your attention?
“Well, I thought the same thing might work with signs. I thought if your mom was walking down the street and not paying much attention, she might miss the sign. But if out of the corner of her eye she saw her name in huge letters, it just might get her attention just like someone in a crowd yelling out her name.”
Sara’s eyes began to moisten. These girls, whose father was lying critically wounded and fighting for his life, thought enough to devote their time to aid in Sara’s search.
“Oh, you guys… I don’t know how to thank you, with everything else you’ve got going on, to do this for me…”
Misty didn’t skip a beat.
“You don’t have to thank us, silly. We did it because we love you.”
Misty ran to Sara for a hug, and Rachel and Scarlett had to wipe their eyes.
Even Tom, the tough old Texas cowboy, had to turn away and pretend to look out the window.
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Rhett Butler charged into the room and finally broke up the hug fest.
“Hey, what’s going on? I was wondering where the horses came from.”
Scarlett did the introduction.
Rhett, you remember Sara. This is Tom Haskins, Sara’s friend from Junction, and the Sheriff of Kerr County.
He hugged Sara and shook Tom’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, Sheriff.”
“Call me Tom, please.”
Scarlett went on.
“Honey, I was telling Tom and Sara that you were taking me to see Hannah after you ate. Would you mind if they tagged along with us?”
“No. I don’t mind at all. I can fill you all in on the latest news about the investigation.”
“Good,” Tom said. “I’d love to hear it.”
While Rhett ate, Scarlett and Sara took Tom on a tour of Baker Street. Once a strong middle class neighborhood, it now resembled a small commune.
Half the houses in the two block compound had been torn down. The concrete slabs were still there, the only visible signs that structures had ever existed.
The slabs were now used to store farm equipment and other miscellaneous things. Wheelbarrows, rakes and hoes, water hoses and plastic baskets once used for laundry, more recently used to harvest crops.
The front and back yards of the demolished homes now boasted a wide variety of crops in various stages of growth.
Some lots were completely covered with lush growths of subsistence crops, like corn or wheat or soy. One house at the end of the street even had a rice crop, although it didn’t seem to grow well in the dry heat of south
Misty went on.
“Oops, sorry. Rachel and me make up a bunch every day, and then the next day when he goes in to work, Mr. Rhett takes them and hangs them all over the place. He says he’ll hang them as long as we make them, and we’ve made over three hundred already.”
Rachel stepped in to clarify.
“It’s not just us. All the kids on Baker Street are helping out. And our dad, before he got shot, got the chief of police to get involved. He said that if your mom flags down a police car and gets a ride to him, he will personally bring her directly to you, wherever you are.”
Sara didn’t know quite what to say.
“You guys are so sweet… thank you so much.”
Scarlett added her two cents.
“I asked her why she capitalized each word and she said that’s because it’s how the newspaper used to do its headlines, and she wanted it to look professional. Then I asked why she always made the name ‘Stacey’ so big and… well, you tell her, Punkin.”
Misty grinned and said, “Well, you know how you can walk past a crowd of people and not even notice any of them, and then someone calls your name real loud and it gets your attention?
“Well, I thought the same thing might work with signs. I thought if your mom was walking down the street and not paying much attention, she might miss the sign. But if out of the corner of her eye she saw her name in huge letters, it just might get her attention just like someone in a crowd yelling out her name.”
Sara’s eyes began to moisten. These girls, whose father was lying critically wounded and fighting for his life, thought enough to devote their time to aid in Sara’s search.
“Oh, you guys… I don’t know how to thank you, with everything else you’ve got going on, to do this for me…”
Misty didn’t skip a beat.
“You don’t have to thank us, silly. We did it because we love you.”
Misty ran to Sara for a hug, and Rachel and Scarlett had to wipe their eyes.
Even Tom, the tough old Texas cowboy, had to turn away and pretend to look out the window.
-14-
Rhett Butler charged into the room and finally broke up the hug fest.
“Hey, what’s going on? I was wondering where the horses came from.”
Scarlett did the introduction.
Rhett, you remember Sara. This is Tom Haskins, Sara’s friend from Junction, and the Sheriff of Kerr County.
He hugged Sara and shook Tom’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, Sheriff.”
“Call me Tom, please.”
Scarlett went on.
“Honey, I was telling Tom and Sara that you were taking me to see Hannah after you ate. Would you mind if they tagged along with us?”
“No. I don’t mind at all. I can fill you all in on the latest news about the investigation.”
“Good,” Tom said. “I’d love to hear it.”
While Rhett ate, Scarlett and Sara took Tom on a tour of Baker Street. Once a strong middle class neighborhood, it now resembled a small commune.
Half the houses in the two block compound had been torn down. The concrete slabs were still there, the only visible signs that structures had ever existed.
The slabs were now used to store farm equipment and other miscellaneous things. Wheelbarrows, rakes and hoes, water hoses and plastic baskets once used for laundry, more recently used to harvest crops.
The front and back yards of the demolished homes now boasted a wide variety of crops in various stages of growth.
Some lots were completely covered with lush growths of subsistence crops, like corn or wheat or soy. One house at the end of the street even had a rice crop, although it didn’t seem to grow well in the dry heat of south
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