“Listen to this, Beth,” Mary Joyce cleared her throat loudly and read, “ ‘It was the hardest thing I ever did. I didn’t look at it, but just walked on by it. I knew I shouldn’t run, so I made myself walk. I didn’t speed up or slow down. It was just so scary!’ ”
Mary Joyce turned and looked at Beth. “Do you know where the girl was when she saw Bigfoot?”
Beth shook her head and Mary Joyce continued, “Right out there in those woods, at the end of the street.”
“Where your dad and Tiny were today?”
“That’s right. The only thing, it was in 1978. That’s a long time ago.”
Beth yawned. “I’m so tired of yammering about Bigfoot. Let’s go to your room, turn in and talk.”
“Well, it was great fun finding something on Bigfoot in our area. I’m becoming surer and surer that what I saw was a Bigfoot.” Mary Joyce switched the computer off and pushed the chair close up to the desk. She turned to address her friend, but she was already saying goodnight to Mr. and Mrs. Bandwilly. Tiny was already tucked in and asleep in his bed.
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