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steps to protect my prize,
asking them what they thought they were doing with my
turkey.
    “ This is your turkey?” my mother
yelled. “How in the world did you get a turkey?” She stood in front
of the cage, blocking my view of Grandpa Bob. I tried to see around
her, but I knew to pay attention when she was mad.
    I started to answer, telling her about the
contest. She quickly interrupted, telling me she had no interest in
some bullshit made-up story about my artistry. I kept telling her
it was true.
    “ I don’t want to hear it,
Jack!”
    “ But Mom, he's my
friend!”
    “ Goddam it, Jack! I don't need
this shit right now. You are nothing but a pain in my
ass!”
    She glared at me with her all-too-familiar
look of resentment. A look that said “I wish you had never been
born.”
    I waited for her to tell me how I was holding
her back. How she should have aborted me. How she should be a model
in New York City. She said nothing - the expression on her face
said it all.
    I started to protest. Before I could continue,
my mother announced that the turkey was going to her cousin’s farm.
I knew what that meant. My friend was on his way to becoming
someone’s turkey dinner.
    I begged for his life, but no one was
listening. At that point I lost it.
    “ It’s not fair! He is my friend!
He needs me!”
    “ Quit whining. You know I hate
when you do that,” my mother barked at me like an angry
dog.
    Knowing I was powerless to stop what was about
to happen, I marched upstairs. I didn’t even saying goodbye to my
Turkey. When I got to my room, I felt like a coward. That turkey
liked me. I didn’t fight to try and save him. I was sure he would
feel like I abandoned him.
    Taking out a piece of paper I began to draw.
It didn’t matter what is was. I just wanted to get far away. I
didn’t want to think about day I just had or the friend I just
lost.

Cindy

Chapter Four
    “There are wounds that never show
on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that
bleeds.”
~ Laurell K. Hamilton
    Cindy Napier’s Diary
    January 12, 1978
    Oh my god, I am two weeks late! My period is
always on time.  Like clockwork. Debbie agreed to come over
and take me to the drugstore to get a pregnancy test.  Thank
God she went in to buy it for me. I honestly can't imagine having
to do it myself.  We went straight back to Debbie’s house,
only to confirm what I had initially thought. I am pregnant! I
am only seventeen! Why? Why me? So many of my friends had sex with
their boyfriends. This didn't happen to them! I can't believe I’m
pregnant. I have no idea what I'm going to do.  I am too young
to have this baby. I guess I will either put it up for
adoption or have an abortion. I want a future. I want to move to
New York City and become a model.  That has been my dream ever
since I was old enough to remember. This cannot be happening
to me!
    January 13, 1978
    I would be lost without Debbie. After
making some phone calls and staying up all night we have come up
with a solution to the problem that’s growing inside me. The answer
is in Kentucky. It’s the closest state to Indiana that will allow
me to have an abortion without my mother’s consent.  We called
the clinic and made the appointment for January 15th. Debbie
has agreed to take me. We are going to tell both our parents that
we will be spending the day shopping at Glendale
Mall. 
    When I made the appointment, the nurse said
that there might be some protesters outside the clinic.  She
said I should just ignore them and walk straight in as fast as I
can. I was told under no circumstance should I talk to anyone
outside of the clinic.  
    January 14, 1978
    I don’t know why I decided to write a letter
to my mother explaining what I was about to do, but I did. When I
was done I put it in the drawer in my bedside table.  I had no
intention of giving it to her right away, if ever. I just
needed to write out my feelings. This way if something happened to
me during