Hoping that Doris wouldn't see them, Louise tried herding Helen and her nephew toward her Land rover. "That's just Doris. She's always claiming to have seen little green men or something. Don't worry, she's just a little dotty."
"The crazy b***h should be locked up, this time permanently."
Louise wished she was facing Doris instead when she heard the unpleasantly cold voice behind her. Turning, she stared at the stern looking woman sat on a towering black horse. "Morning, Claire."
Glancing between her sister and the newcomer, Helen decided to stay out of the way of whatever was between them and began stroking the horse. The feel of welts covering the animal's flesh began to get her annoyed.
Claire Jefferson slithered down from the horse. Shoving Helen away from her animal, she actually
