Flashes of images began to assault my mind. I saw the redheaded woman standing in our barn, and I lurched forward as though something evil was in my stomach. I screamed as I felt a pain go through my rectum as though someone had just shoved a knife into it.
Momma and Alissa came quickly to the porch with a cold washcloth. Alissa reached to comfort me and cool my face as she had done the night before, but I slapped it from her hands. My scream was bloodcurdling, retching, and it echoed across the farm. I saw the redheaded woman again, but she had Daddy’s face. Then I saw her with my face when I was a little boy, and I was looking into a handheld mirror. In that mirror I saw lipstick smeared across my lips and a red wig on my head. Then Daddy grabbed my collar and threw me across the corn b
