Margret Carried Tarquin out to the kitchen and looked at the lights coming up the driveway.
“Ah good, that’s my friend Edward he’ll make your nasty car disappear.
Meanwhile lets you and I get a bite to eat while we wait for the troopers to come back.
“What will he do with the car?”Rachel asked the fear of jail returning.
“Sink it in the bog back of the north field,
Edward is my gardener so no one will question him being here.”
“Cereal okay?” Rachel nodded as Margaret sat him in a chair and poured them each a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios.
Rachel felt funny in his thick diaper, plastic panties, flannelette nightie and rhumba tights.
He was tired and hoped he could fool the police into believing he was Rachel.
Magaret picked up on this, “don’t worry baby, eat your cereal.