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151 the day before, Friday, and because there wasn’t anything pressing that needed my attention I’d stayed home on Saturday. I’d never discussed my interest in UFOs either with Linda or her children. Some people think such an interest is a sign of being crazy so I rarely discuss UFOs in public, especially with people whom I don’t know really well, unless the victim comes to me for help. The call came at about 5:30 in the evening. “Barbara? This is Bette.” I had had a very pleasant relationship with Linda and with Bette and Tom. I felt more like a friend than an employee. The children were both used to seeing me in their house and I think they both felt ey eb “Hi Hon, what can I do for you? Does your mom need something?” “Mother’s away. I think she’s in Oklahoma City. She told me but I wasn’t paying much attention. Tom and I are here by ourselves. I just wanted to tell you something.” “Go ahead, Bette.” I figured she was having some sort of problem with the little brother and she thought I might be able to straighten things out. “What can I do for you?” “Something pretty strange has just happened. I thought you might be interested.” “T am. Tell me what’s bothering you.” “Well, you know the row of casement windows at the front of the house? Where we can look right out onto the san street?” windows?” “No, no. I was looking out the windows and a car stopped right in front of the house. I watched and waited for them to turn into the driveway but they didn’t.” ccxr oan “ Ye! Y $s?” “The people in the car got out and they all looked up so I looked up too. There was this big thing, a flying saucer Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator close to me as well. “What happened? Did you kids break one of those