“Momma, this is Joe, he’s gonna help us.”We were standing at the entrance of the barn, even in the dim light of the moon I could see she was ter...orized, she had a club in her hand though, she’d fight if it came to that. I could smell the chemicals, too; his lab was in the barn.Mutt heard it first, the low rumble of a single motorcycle engine, oh shit I thought, they’re coming back.“In the barn, everybody in the barn, give me that and hide,” I whispered.I took her club, it was an axe handle, no. If you need anything at all just ask and I will provide it for you.”“Thanks Mayala!” my dad said smiling broadly at the young girl.Mayala turned to leave then stopped at the door, “I will bring your breakfast in the morning and then the festival begins just after noon. In the mean time, please feel free to make yourselves at home, you have free access to all areas of the island”.After we had eaten we all sat on the back deck looking out over the ocean enjoying the warm breeze. Mom and dad were. It accented his neckand the gold matched the yellow in his dress.Back down stairs he tied an apron on so he wouldn't spill any thing onhis dress, finally with breakfast completed Mom, told him to go andpractice some on his piano lesson and she would do the dishes.Kevin was in joyous mood as he swept his skirt under and sat down onthe piano stool. A whole weekend as Karen, the thought popped into inhis head as to what party dress Mom picked out for him. He seemed tobecome fascinated by his red. .. is Butterscotch. The angle of his head and the shift of his eyes make her look like he is checking her out.That rabbit. That fucking creepy rabbit... She had been crazy about Butterscotch when she was little. She didn’t need her mother reminding her of that. And now, here he is again. His colors are a little faded, but he is still the same. Time changes things, it did her. So why would Butterscotch be any different?Butterscotch. Fucking Butterscotch... “What the fuck are you looking at?” she.