Arts, Crafts, Music, & Events of Breckinridge County Issue 2, July 2015 | Page 41

By Carolyn French
The little girl was scared, cold and lonely. People
were huddled in the corner of the room talking in hushed
tones, but the youngster still heard bits and pieces of
their conversation; enough to know something very bad
had happened. Now and again one of the adults would
turn, look at her with sadness, then quickly face the
others.
Finally the group stepped apart and all of them left
the room except the young woman who had brought the
little girl to this place after picking her up from the
babysitter’s home where her parents had left her when
they went to dinner and a movie on this, their seventh
wedding anniversary.
The lady had been very kind on the ride into the city
from the babysitter’s home. The little girl’s home was
only a few miles from where she had been picked up
earlier. Her grandma had died just a few months before.
Both she and her mother had been close to her