No, it was Jerry's idea. He said I should go and talk to Mr. Buhe, so I did. Then on Saturday morning we went to the mountains. "What are you going to do?" "We want to see if there's anything buried there." "Things?" "A little red car. We went up the hill in a little red sports car." Her voice rose and fell, fluctuating, and it sounded as if her mind had degenerated or shifted to another time and place. I asked: "Who are you talking about?" My mommy and I. But I don't want to talk about what happened next. It was a long time ago, and I was very confused at that time. "We're talking about yesterday morning," I said. Stan was digging for a car? "Yes, a little red sports car, but he didn't dig deep enough." "What happened next?" I don't know. Ronnie said he had to pee, so I took the key from Mr. Buhe and took him to the toilet in the cabin on the hill. Then I heard Mr. Buhe shouting, and I thought he was calling me,touch screen board classroom, so I ran out. I saw Mr. Buhe lying in the dirt, and next to him stood a man with a black beard and long hippie hair. He took a hoe and cut at Mr. Bu He. I saw Mr. Buhe bleeding from behind, my eyes turned red, and then there was a fire at the bottom of the tree, and my eyes were orange again. The man dragged Mr. Buhe into the hole and shoveled the earth on him. "What about you,75 inch smart board, Susan?" I ran back to Lonnie and ran away. We crept down the trail into the canyon, and the man didn't see us. Can you tell what that man looks like? Is he young or a little old? I can't tell. He's too far away. And he wore a pair of big black glasses, the folding ones, so I couldn't see his face clearly. But he must be young with so much hair. "Could it be Al Shiner?" "No way, he doesn't have long hair." "What if he wears a wig?" She thought about it. I still don't think it's him. Whether it's him or not, I don't want to talk about him. He said he'd kill me if I mentioned him. "When did he say that?" "I said I didn't want to talk about it. Don't push me." A car passed us, and the headlights made her pale. She turned her head as if the headlights were searching for her secret. We turned into the Hanwen intersection. I pulled into the sidewalk and parked under the shade of a tree. Susan huddled against the door of the car. "Get away from me," she said, touch screen interactive whiteboard ,smart boards for conference rooms, trembling. Don't hurt me. "Why do you think I would hurt you, Susan?" "You're just like the one with the last name of Siner.". He said he only wanted me to say what I remembered, but he pushed me down on the dirty old bed. "In the cabin on the hill?" "Yes, he hurt me. He made me bleed." She looked through me into the darkness behind me, as if I were just a cloud. There was a click, and I saw his head bleeding, a big red. Mommy ran out the door and never came back. She didn't come back all night. "What night are you talking about?" "The night they buried him next to the big maple tree." "Didn't that happen in the daytime?" No, in the middle of the night. I saw a light shining in the trees. It was a big machine. Its voice is so noisy, like a monster, and I'm afraid it will catch me and bury me. But it doesn't know where I'm hiding. "She said in a voice reduced to a child's voice." Where are you hiding? I hid in the attic until my mother came back. She didn't come back all night. She told me not to tell anyone, ever. "So you saw her again after it happened?" "Of course I saw her." "When?" "I've seen her all my life." I mean, what time in the last day and a half? Mr. Buhe was buried yesterday. "You're trying to confuse me, just like that Schiner.".
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