I spent the next two days at the farm, turning daft ears to Aunt Joan's pleading.

She had not changed one bit. She was still that caring, motherly and soft spoken person I had always known. It made me wonder if she being a suspect in this whole case was not just a set up by Grandma. That old woman had not still returned from her hideout.

I had horse duty this morning with some African boy I had not met before. We worked quietly, a respectable distance separating us both.

I fondled with a horse's mane while I ran a brush over it. I had never stood up close...