“Why does it matter what color they were?” I asked her, with a confused look on my face, as the tears that were once threatening to spill from my eyes pulled back, as I wondered if Mazie knew something about this monster.
“It could help us identify what kind of animal tried to attack you.” She told me, as she shifted her position, telling me that she was now nervous about me asking questions, and I had to wonder if she knew more than she was letting on to.
I stared at her for a moment, deciding whether I should tell her the truth, but something in my gut was telling me that she did know more than what she was telling me, and that maybe my mother and I weren’t the only two that had seen this thing over the years.
With my eyes glued to Mazie’s face, wanting to see her response, I finall
