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81 far away I couldn’t gauge exactly, of course, but certainly much larger than a car or even our house.” Mother glanced at me to be sure I was listening. I was. n Big time. “T was standing out in the yard. It was in Missouri. It was summer. Really hot. Late in the afternoon.” “What happened?” I couldn’t wait for her next startling bit of information. “Oh, nothing.” She smiled at her friends at the table. “I looked at it for a minute or two, but it didn’t move or really do anything, so I just went on hanging out the clothes then went back inside.” She took a sip of her iced tea. “How long can one be required to stare at something that is just sitting up there doing nothing?” “My God, Mother!” She frowned at me. “No need to speak in that way, dear.” She turned back to the others. “I believe there was something written about it in the St. Louis Post Dispatch and The Globe. Yes. There was quite a little flurry there with people who saw the UFO. Nineteen forty-five or forty-seven, I believe. I’m not oe | rT) really sure.” I am convinced that my mom’s sighting was of the ship which teleported me to that green meadow somewhere. It all came back to me. I’d been teleported for the purpose of implanting a tiny communication device in my head. I remembered being held by my mother when I ran in exclaiming about “something in my head” and feeling, against my cheek, the clothespins in the pockets of the apron my Mother was wearing that day. She looked me over because of my complaints but she couldn’t find anything. I’ve always been afraid to have my skull examined by doctors or scanned on x-ray. What if they had found evidence of a foreign object? I’d grown up thinking there was a tiny lump just below the skin in the area back of my ear. I didn’t mention this at the luncheon table, of Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator