The Man in the woods

The lady with the name

That thought haunted me for the next few days. A giant graveyard just yards from where we were working.

I started to notice one of the older women in the group was getting bigger, as the rest of us were getting smaller.

One day, as they we were working, I heard them talking, and well, when you're me, you can't resist eavesdropping.

"-husband know?" one asked the bigger one. "No," she replied. "I didn't know it until after I was here." "I'm so sorry. Is this the first one?" she nodded yes, and looked like she would burst into tears.

The sound of the fabric weaving machines drowned out the rest of there conversation. First what? What did her husband need to know?

I then had a sudden realization, she was pregnant. She must have been kidnapped about 7-8 months ago, when she was about a month along, because she looked like she was ready to pop.

I wondered how her husband felt. Was he upset, because his wife had been stolen? Was he angry with himself, because he hadn't watched her close enough. Maybe he thought that if he had been home sooner from work, that she might not have been kidnapped?

I started to think about my little sister, and just knew I had to get home soon, but how?

I knew the man didn't watch us at night. He "spent all of the night hours drunker than a skunk." (Not my words). I started to formulate a plan for my escape...

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A few weeks later, that woman gave birth. I was downstairs working, so I didn't know until that evening.

I had made friends with the lady. Her name was Sarah.

Sarah was a nice lady. She had been married one before, right out of high school. It then turned out that the man was abusive and an alcoholic. She left him and never looked back.

She had then found Clark. She said that he was the best man she had ever found.

When I got upstairs after my shift, I heard Sarah call my name. "Amanda, come look at my baby." I sort-of cautiously looked around, and then walked over.

In her arms was a wiggling little baby. "Oh!" I exclaimed, not quite what I had expected. "What do you think?" What did I think? I thought that it was kind-of weird to see. I had never been good around baby's.

"Umm," I said. I was about to give my honest opinion, that it looked like a sack of potatoes. As I looked at it, I decided to answer her question with a question.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" "A beautiful little girl." Ohhh, so that's what it was.

"I think..." Oh no, what did I think? I decided to go the safe way. "I think she's beautiful. What did you name her?" "I named he Trina, after the little girl that died."

That was the name of the little girl that died then. That was also the name of my little sister.