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26 like green satin. There was a flash of white, even whiter against the emerald green. Ah yes. My visitors were back and I was off my porch and out of my yard and standing in a green meadow at sunset, surrounded by a grove of trees. The unseen beings behind me and around me, radiated comfort and protection but still, I felt uneasy, maybe a little afraid. Why were they here now? It was getting nearer to late afternoon back at my house and I just wanted to dance until my mother called me. Mama would worry. She’d warned me, “Don’t leave the porch.” “Don’t worry,” the thought came from the presence closest to me. “You won’t be long. We’ll take you home in a moment.” I could feel the others agreeing with his reassurance. “Your mother will find you dancing on the es ee es ee ee porch when she comes for you.” I relaxed a little bit. This was different than the times when I was just a baby, different from those two visits to the “doctor’s office.” The three of them were wearing the heavy linen-like cover-up suits they’d worn before. These were the ones I’d seen before. Back again. And they were aout , wor talking to me like I was a big girl now. “Are we going to see the big globes again?” I smiled at the being nearest me who was sending the waves of comfort toward me. Of them all, he was my best friend. I knew he was the leader of the group of three. The one on tomo 1 acento my left signaled “‘No.” The one on my right, the one I knew best, the one who was the leader, lifted a lock of my hair. From the corner of my eye I could see my blonde hair curl around his hand. His touch against the skin on my neck caused me to shiver just a little. He was going to put something in my neck, he said. “No,” I shouted out the word in the quiet of the meadow. “No. I don’t want it.” Now I was changing my +4 to tert 19 Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding mind. These beings weren’t “friends,” not really.