BARBARA: The Story of a UFO Investigator - Exopolitics Hongkong
BARBARA: The Story of a UFO Investigator - Exopolitics Hongkong
BARBARA: The Story of a UFO Investigator - Exopolitics Hongkong
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Barbara: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Story</strong> <strong>of</strong> a <strong>UFO</strong> <strong>Investigator</strong> 25<br />
the table if I didn’t eat the whole thing. I ate the beans. Not<br />
bad. <strong>The</strong>n the tomato slices. Pretty good. Lots better than I<br />
expected. Now for the porch.<br />
“Can I go to the porch, mama”<br />
“May I.”<br />
“May I”<br />
“Yes. But stay on the porch.”<br />
“Can I go out into the yard”<br />
“Better stay on the porch.”<br />
Just before I let the screen door slip from my hand I<br />
turned back and asked her the question I’d been holding<br />
back for a week.<br />
“Mama, could I take one <strong>of</strong> your pretty dresses with me<br />
when we go to grandpas”<br />
“My dresses”<br />
“You know. <strong>The</strong> dresses in the attic. <strong>The</strong> ones you wore<br />
when you were a model in St. Louis.”<br />
“We’ll see tomorrow. Don’t slam the screen.”<br />
I flipped on the porch light, then allowed the screen<br />
door to settle quietly into place. When the light was on the<br />
porch seemed more like a platform for performing to me.<br />
Maybe the neighbors were looking at me even though it<br />
was afternoon. At least I was wearing one <strong>of</strong> my favorite<br />
dresses. <strong>The</strong> pale blue with the circular skirt. I lifted the<br />
side <strong>of</strong> the skirt and danced a series <strong>of</strong> pirouettes toward the<br />
side banister. When I closed my eyes I could see myself as<br />
a beautiful woman in a satin gown, a green satin gown. I<br />
could see myself dancing.<br />
“Like Ginger Rogers, maybe,” I mumbled, and in my<br />
own mind the porch became my lighted stage. Whirl, glide,<br />
a tiny run and another whirl. Eyes still closed, I touched the<br />
banister at the far end then without looking I whirled the<br />
length <strong>of</strong> the porch, dizzying myself with my wild dance.<br />
I tripped just a little and opened my eyes to the lush<br />
green <strong>of</strong> a wide meadow bordered by trees. <strong>The</strong> grass was<br />
the same color as Mama’s satin dress. <strong>The</strong> meadow looked