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Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator 45
“I’ve found a job for you, Barbara,” My friend squealed
with delight and I echoed the telephone laughter.
“Wow. That’s great!” I tried to contain myself and
make sense of the conversation but thoughts were storming
through my head. There’s Bob to consider, I realized, and
we don’t have any money. “Where’s the job Doing what”
“Modeling. Modeling with some of my friends. How
soon can you be in New York”
“I’ll ... let me call you back.” I couldn’t believe it. My
lifelong dream was to go to New York. Now it was being
offered to me if I could just arrange to go.
“Okay, but don’t fool around. They might find someone
else to take your place.”
“I’ll call you back in an hour.” The heavy feeling in my
chest swelled as I watched the hurt in Bob’s eyes. We were
still living on the meager income from my last job in Tulsa
and the $2000 Bob had received from the sale of his horse
statuary and a small amount he’d gotten from a few other
sales. We were just subsisting. There wasn’t enough money
for both of us to go, I knew. Maybe not enough even for me
to go. I called my Mother and explained and she agreed to
wire enough money for me to get to such a good
opportunity.
Bob didn’t want me to leave, but his open life
philosophy meant that he didn’t want to hold me back
either.
“You have to go,” he said, and turned away when I
picked up the telephone to call my friend in New York.
I’d promised my Mother that I’d stay at the Methodist
Girl’s Residence in Greenwich Village so that’s where I
went. I met a whole new group of people there,
missionaries and the daughters of missionaries and
ministers. I was careful to conceal the UFO contacts of my
past. In fact, I didn’t even have to try to conceal them. I
hardly ever thought about my childhood experiences
anymore. I was even more careful to hide my New York