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for you and you had to be bad. Didn't your mother ever tell you ladies first? Ladies first. Ladies first. I am a lady."

I stood there and looked at that body. They could put the head back on the little girl. I hoped that my head never popped off. I hope I didn't get sick with what she had. If mama couldn't fix her head, I would be sad for real.

"do you want to help me hide the head?" daddy asked mama. Mama smiled and they left. She left the tray of cookies where it fell. I remember eating all of the cookies. Every single one of the cookies. I wished I had some milk to wash them down with.

Carrie Anne came back. She screamed. Mama and daddy didn't tell her to come over, but she came anyway when she saw them leave.

"Oh" I said with my mouth full of cookies, "her head popped off." I wiped cookie crumbs from my lips. "It's a shame isn't it she was pretty. Do you want a cookie?"

She looked around the room grasping for hair. She shouldn't have been screaming so loudly. She backed away from me.

"Are you crazy kid?" she asked. "Who did this?"

She had started to leave but mama came back before

Before and before she could scream and say what's that daddy shot her. Daddy could shoot real good. First he shot her in the head to stop the screaming. I am sure she was dead, too. Still the shot her in the mouth, then in the nipples, and in both her eyes. There was so much blood.

I remember falling. Crashing to the floor in the blood of too dead girls. I thought it was raining outside. I felt warm soft drops of rain water all over my body. I remember time not moving and my eyes taking pictures. Snap shots. None of them mean anything. My daddy's eyes. My mama put on pink lipstick. The sun in the sky and trees. I wanted to feel the rain again.

I thought I felt my mother's arms. I thought I felt my mother's kiss. I opened my eyes to see her smile, her version of a smile, but there was nothing. I was laying on a soft cream leather couch and the sun on my face through the window's of my grandma's house. My face was clean and there was no blood. I thought the grass was less green than before but maybe it was just in my head. Maybe everything that happened was just in my head. Maybe she was a doll and daddy popped her head off. Maybe it didn't matter because she was just a doll that they found because God wanted them to find her. The kids outside were still playing on the less green grass so it must have just been in my head.

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