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When Lacey got to the hospital, she ran inside with the Sheriff on her heels. She did not even have to say a word to anyone. The nurse saw her jump out of the car and saw the blood on her clothes. The woman must have known who she was. It was a small town with small town gossip. By now they probably knew more about her than her second cousin does.
“Right this way, Mrs. Williamson.”
The nurse, who appears to be in her late fifties or early sixties, has white blonde curly hair that hits at her shoulders. She has a few wrinkles on her pretty face and bright green eyes, but it is her kind, sympathetic smile that catches Lacey's attention. The woman seems nice, which Lacey appreciates.
“Your children are
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December 23, 1997 The hunter green 1995 model Ford Taurus was finally loaded down with all of the family's luggage, including the decorative bags and boxes of Christmas presents for the children from Santa, as well as for all of the numerous family members that would be gathered together to celebrate the joyous season. From where she was standing Lacey Williamson could hear her husband Andy's small sigh of annoyance as he closed the trunk of the car with a slight snap. He had not had an easy time of cramming all of the parcels and suitcases into the small space. He couldn't imagine that all these much stuff was needed to make the holidays special.
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“I have really, really, really got to go pee! Like really, really bad! I don't think I can hold it any more!” Sunny announces loudly to everyone in the car. She is holding her pants and squirming in her seat, with her legs crossed tightly. Andy rolls his eyes at his daughter's antics and Lacey smiles widely. Jack had to stop and pee about fifteen minutes ago on the side of the road because he was 'about to explode'. Pulling into a deserted road lined with towering trees for privacy, Andy had let the boy out to do his business. Sunny had been adament that she was fine, she did not have to pee. Besides, she informed them, she was a big girl and she could hold it in if she needed to. Now they are back on the highway, two hours into their trip and she decides that she does, in fact, need to take a bathroom break. L
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Andy jerks in his seat, pulling his head away from her to stare at her in complete and utter shock. She knows that it was the use of the foul profanity that actually managed to get his attention, but she does not care. If cursing like a sailor is what it takes to get him to pay attention to her for a moment and to get him to take her seriously, then she will say any damn word that she has to, without even a moment of hesitation. “We just passed a sign for an all night diner that is coming up in about two miles or less. I think that we should probably stop in there for a bit to warm up and to grab a nice, hot meal. I am sure that the kids are getting hungry and they surely must be tired of sandwiches with snack cakes or chips by now. What do you say to that, honey? Sound like a good idea?” Andy says to his wife with a smile, bland smile. Lacey
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