That foggy day was her last moment of childhood frolic. When she rode Charlie home to her parent’s house in the late afternoon, she saw her mother being carried out on a stretcher. Two white suited men loaded her into the back of an ambulance.
She pulled the horse and tied him up to a front porch pillar. Running up to her father, she couldn’t catch her breath to speak.
“Oh, my God! What is this? Dad please tell me she’s all right! What is it?”
He only stood there with teary blue eyes. He stared at the ambulance and clutched an empty bottle of lithium in his left hand.