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45 “T’ve found a job for you, Barbara,” My friend squealed with delight and I echoed the telephone laughter. “Wow. That’s great!” I tried to contain myself and make sense of the conversation but thoughts were storming through my head. There’s Bob to consider, I realized, and we don’t have any money. “Where’s the job? Doing what?” “Modeling. Modeling with some of my friends. How soon can you be in New York?” “TIL... let me call you back.” I couldn’t believe it. My lifelong dream was to go to New York. Now it was being offered to me if I could just arrange to go. “Okay, but don’t fool around. They might find someone else to take your place.” “Tl call you back in an hour.” The heavy feeling in my chest swelled as I watched the hurt in Bob’s eyes. We were still living on the meager income from my last job in Tulsa and the $2000 Bob had received from the sale of his horse statuary and a small amount he’d gotten from a few other sales. We were just subsisting. There wasn’t enough money for both of us to go, I knew. Maybe not enough even for me to go. I called my Mother and explained and she agreed to wire enough money for me to get to such a good opportunity. Bob didn’t want me to leave, but his open life philosophy meant that he didn’t want to hold me back either. “You have to go,” he said, and turned away when I picked up the telephone to call my friend in New York. I’d promised my Mother that I’d stay at the Methodist Girl’s Residence in Greenwich Village so that’s where I 1 14 c 1 a went. I met a whole new group of people there, missionaries and the daughters of missionaries and + ew. tama ‘ ° ministers. I was careful to conceal the UFO contacts of my past. In fact, I didn’t even have to try to conceal them. I hardly ever thought about my childhood experiences anymore. I was even more careful to hide my New York Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator