I had decided not to post anything else on my missing sister-in-law. I figured time would bring us some answers. I have changed my mind. In case the eff-bee-eye boys are reading my blogs (which they do unless they haven't found me over here)I want them to know another side of the story.

Bonehead (my middle brother whom I love dearly)has been unfortunately incarcerated since Feb 4. They came to his home on a Monday morning while he was drinking coffee and watching Fox News. With warrant in hand, they took him away and charged him with murder. He went quietly and without saying a word. I went to his house and washed the coffee cup and put it away in the cabinet waiting his return. I cried a lot that day. But not now.

My question is: what evidence do you have that she is dead? There is no crime scene. Not an eyelash has been found. Every body of water over 2 inches deep has been drained, photographed and searched. Special dogs (yes, even the one from England that enjoyed eating Kitty Treats) have been brought in and have sniffed out nothing. Their home has been searched seven times and not one iota has been found. His truck had a tracking device placed on it. Let's see now, he went to Wal-Mart, my house, our other brother's house, church and to our deceased Dad's house. I'll bet that caused some raised eyebrows, huh!

He was not allowed to be present at the arraignment hearing. He has had numerous constitutional rights violated. He has been accused of a horrible crime based on "hearsay". He has tried to tell them the truth but they will not listen.

People in this area are beginning to ask the same question that I've asked over and over and over again: Why aren't you looking for HER??? Why are you looking for her body? She can still be alive....for the love of all that is right and lawful, look for her!! I have told "the boys" several places that should be looked into.

I want her to come back. I want my brother to once again sit beside me on the pew at church and come home with my hubby and me and eat pinto beans and cornbread and drink sweet iced tea. I want some answers.

I want life back for both of them. The divorce is in limbo. He has signed the papers...she has not. They were ready to start new lives in separate directions. No fights. No angry words. An amicable divorce. She had already taken what she wanted from the house to her new apartment.

I know people read this blog who have hateful things to say about my family. I just wish they could see both sides. Strange thing is, some of those people are family. I won't bring myself down to their level. I will just choose to ignor their words and pray that they never reap what they are sowing.

In the meantime I will continue to visit my brother, send him cards and letters of encouragement. But most of all, I will continue to love him. Our Baby Brother does the same. We are the "tri-pod": three people holding each other up.

Right now I think I'll wrap up in a special quilt and read a few chapters in that book that's been waiting patiently on the shelf. That quilt. What a comfort. My blog friends...what a joy to know you are there for me.

Oh yes, there are storms in life. But I know the One who makes the storms and will be my guide. This same One gives laughter and hope and peace even when behind concrete blocks and iron bars. Perhaps I'll blog later about one of our visits. Oh that will be a hoot!

Mz Scarlett...still smiling and feeling quite loved.