Now that child is buried and we walk upon him.

How could she have been that child, and become this woman?

What is he now, that child of Brenda and me?

He didn't deserve to live because nothing in this world was safe but that child and her mother.

"That's good, because I loved that child more than life itself."

But how did you recognize her as being that particular child?

Nothing in human shape could have destroyed that fair child.

The man your brother was working for down in Florida when he killed that child?

When is that child going to stop playing her 'tricks'?

But you can't stop that child from living a normal life.