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Grace knew that Scout was changing the subject, but what could she do? It was clear that Scout was not ready to share what was in the letter. She only hoped that it was more coherent than the one she had received. Her mother had clearly taken a left turn to crazyville before she died. The letter she read talked about Scout having sight like hers, unicorns, and all sorts of other things that made absolutely no sense to anyone not on LSD. She almost wondered if her mom was actually hallucinating from her medication at the end. The one thing that the letter very clearly stated was that she needed to be there for Scout and to believe anything she told her—no matter how nuts it sounded. It was a given that she would be there for her daughter, but it filled her with sadness that her mother felt she needed to make a point about that. While she may have entered crazyville, her mother had, in her sane years, always seemed to know things a wee bit before she should. Not exactly like premonitions, but still, she had seemed more prepared than she should have for little things. She always seemed to be on the way to the phone before it rang, and whenever they needed change for a pay phone, back in the day, she usually had the right amount just sitting in her pocket. Nothing big or obvious, just small things like that, but they seemed to happen quite a bit.