She’d stumbled upon stranger things in suburbia. When I was older she told me she thought my babysitter had been the victim of a satanic cult. I know Mama screamed, because anyone would have. The last time my mother had looked at Penny Wilson she’d still had a face. I had my teeth but I was too small to swallow the bones, so when my mother came home she found them in a pile on the living room carpet. She must have hummed a lullaby, fondled each tiny finger and toe, kissed my cheeks and stroked the down on my head, blowing on my hair like she was making a wish on a dandelion gone to seed.
That’s what I figure, because she was only supposed to watch me for an hour and a half, and obviously she loved me a little too much. Penny Wilson wanted a baby of her own in the worst way.
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