Girls Night

Last night we took Betty out on the town to go and eat and just have fun...just to say thank you for all she does I guess, and to hang out. I love her. Have I mentioned this? The other day she was in my room cleaning and I was half asleep, but I heard her come over to the bed and she just bent over, inches from my face and stared. No idea what she was doing, but I decided to scare her and so I opened my eyes and her eyes got so wide and then the both of us just burst out laughing..."Please don't report me, Auntie!"...which is her way of joking and saying, "Please don't tell on me!"...later that day she was in the kitchen and I told that when she was sleeping...and left it at that. We laughed again...

While we were eating last night, Betty was telling us about all the guys who want to marry her at school, and how they stalk her. It bothers me. Somewhere down the line, Rachel asked her to tell us about "The Miscarriages"...I guess some of the women here, when they are pregnant and cannot afford an abortion, give birth to their babies and say they have miscarriages, but they wrap them in wool and dump them in the sewar ditches or dumpsters or this man's garden...I almost started crying. And then she added that the dogs will eat them. And this morning when I was walking home from the boys home (after washing clothes for a couple hours) I looked in all the ditches.