As we drove along, a car began trying to pass us. I tried to pull over to the side as much as I could, because a third car was coming toward us in the opposite direction. The car trying to pass us—old and beat-up—was being driven by an old man. The car zoomed past.

When we finally reached some gravel roads, Bonnie said I had kissed her on the butt. I said, "I didn't kiss you on the butt."

I asked Bonnie who had said that and she said someone had told her. I asked, "Well who told you?"

She simply replied that it had been someone who had seen me kiss her on the butt. I said, "I want to know when someone seen me do that."

I grabbed her by the face and jerked her around until she quit talking about it. I knew I had never done anything like that. I could not remember having ever done anything intimate with her in front of someone else, but since it seemed that Bonnie, Brenda, and I had spent the previous night in the car together, I began thinking perhaps Brenda had seen Bonnie and me having sex in the back of the car and had then said something to Bonnie about what she had seen.

We drove on and as we passed by Garner Hubbard's house (closest neighbor to the Farmhouse), I hollered out, "Well, something important has happened."

They wanted to know what it was and I said, "That was the last house, the nearest neighbor of my grandparents. And you're going to see just how few people live up here now, because you're going to see how far it is still to my grandfather's."

We continued driving and driving until we finally reached the place where the Farm began. I said, "This is all my grandparents' farm. It just stretches all around."

The three of us walked over to where Clarence was. My grandmother Mabel was also with him. I said to Clarence, "That's dangerous, that hole in that bridge."