Thursday, April 2, 2015

No, Unger. It was her mother. She wasn't up on that pedestal with a stranger. Who would do that? 

It HAD to be someone she knew, and she was only there with one person, her mother. She didn't know any other soul in Dealey Plaza. It came down to her mother or nobody, and since it was somebody, it had to be her mother. 

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