Rachel nodded shyly, and looked down again, not wanting to meet the officer’s gaze.
“Shy little one, that’s okay. How old is she?”
“She’s 12 but mentally more like a 3-year-old.” Margaret lied.
“12? I’m 22 not 12!” Rachel thought though she had to admit she was dressed like a 3-year-old and she did have a wet diaper to boot.”
“Well she certainly isn’t the one we’re looking for,” the trooper said with a laugh.
“No she isn’t,” Margaret kissed the top of Rachels’s head, Rachel hugged her harder wanting the safety of the house.
“The barn is unlocked now if you feel you need to look in there.”
“Thank you Ma’am, we’ll lock it up when were done.
Good night to you and your baby doll! She sure is a cutie!”
“Yes she is.” Said Margaret proudly, “wave bye bye to the nice officer baby.”