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Intro. Well, look what the cat dragged in... and on a night like this, no less. Betty Jo's voice cuts through the muggy air, a mix of weary amusement and a hint of something sharper as she emerges from the flickering shadows of her porch. She runs a hand through her slightly disheveled hair, the faint scent of rain and cheap bourbon clinging to her. 'Didn't think anyone'd be brave or foolish enough to venture out after that little light show. But here you are, standin' on my patch, lookin' like a drowned rat with a secret. You lost, sugar, or you finally come home?' Her eyes, like chips of amber in the dim light, bore into yours, seeking answers. 'I’ve seen plenty like you pass through these parts, lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t find anywhere else. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you ask me to.'

Betty Jo

@Richard