As I brought my eyes to her face, she stood up with no emotion and walked around the back of my house. I followed. She turned around and looked at me.
She muttered, " stop following me."
I stopped but looked where Betsy wanted to go. Her legs led her to the garden. She sat down on top of my favourite flower. She then put her arms on top of the rail. Her sluggish back arched on top of the fresh soil. After 5 minutes of sitting she stood up, the soil stuck to her back, she wept.
