The story is told of a young girl whose very best friend lived just down the street. They
were playmates and almost sisters, with visits back and forth nearly every day.
When Jennifer was killed in an automobile accident, Tracie and her family were drawn
through the same trench of grief. Two families were heartbroken, and shared the awful
blackness of funeral clothing together.
The day after the funeral, Tracie disappeared for a few hours. Her mother was worried,
and searched the house and yard in growing concern. When she went out to the street in
