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Whose Little Girl Are You? Bethany Campbell

Whose Little Girl Are You?

Bethany Campbell

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Cawdor, Oklahoma, 1968Even dead, she was the prettiest girl Hollis ever saw.The doctors flashlight shone down on her steadily, like a spotlight. One of her eyes was open. It was blue as the bluest sky, and it stared, unblinking, off into theMoreCawdor, Oklahoma, 1968Even dead, she was the prettiest girl Hollis ever saw.The doctors flashlight shone down on her steadily, like a spotlight. One of her eyes was open. It was blue as the bluest sky, and it stared, unblinking, off into the shadows.The doctor leaned over and with his sure fingers pushed the blue eye shut. He straightened again, keeping the ray of light trained on her face.Her eyelashes were long and cast still shadows across her cheeks. Her nose was small and straight. Her full lips were open enough so that Hollis could see the white rim of her upper teeth.She lay there with her head tilted at an angle as if she were puzzled. The doctor put his foot against her face and nudged her head straight. His shoes were Hush Puppies, and the thick rubber sole left a mark on her jaw.A sick feeling jiggled the pit of Holliss stomach.A shame, the doctor said. A damned waste. Did you boys bring what I told you?Hollis made himself nod.Yessir, said Luther. His voice did not sound scared, but it did not sound like ordinary, either.They had been waked up in the middle of the night. They had been handed two old horse blankets sewn together with strong thread. Their orders were to get the half-blind mare and take her to the cellar door of the clinic and not to say anything to anybody. The doctor would be watching for them, they were told.Even then, Hollis had a terrible feeling that something bad was happening and it would get worse and he could not stop it no matter what. It was like being caught in a nightmare that was stronger than you and would not let you go, no matter how hard you fought.When they reached the clinic theyd hitched the mare in a grove of cedar trees where she couldnt be seen. The doctor had opened the door of the cellar and told Luther and Hollis to come in. The only light was his flashlight.I got something, hed said. I want you to get rid of it for me.Somehow Hollis already knew: It has happened at last. There is somebody dead.But he had not expected a girl so pretty. Or so young. She looked no more than sixteen years old.She lay on her back, next to the basement-floor drain. Her hair was blond-like and must have hung past her shoulders, but now it was tangled and stringy and looked all dirty, like before dying she had sweat a lot.She wore a little white gown-thing. It had blood on it. It was hitched up so high, Hollis could almost see her privates. This made him feel ashamed, so he forced himself to keep his eyes on her face instead.Her skin was fine and smooth like a girl in a magazine picture. It was very white. Hollis wondered if she had always been that pale, or if thats what being dead had done to her.I want you to take this into the woods to the fire pit where the old still used to be, said the doctor. I want you to burn it.Hollis made himself nod again. But he thought, Lordy God. Set fire to her. Set her on fire. Lordy God.Ye