Sister: I must have read every single fuckin’ one of those Snoopy books, just… Something… I couldn’t believe, even after I’d read a dozen of ‘em, I still couldn’t convince myself that there wouldn’t be one of them that held some kind of clue to where she’d gone, you know? And and and, “E.T.” as well, the number of times I sat through that, si- I mean sitting with a pad of paper, making notes. I was half, or half of me was totally convinced she’d maybe gone to Mexico, just because it it gets mentioned, it’s, there’s, but then what would you do? Phone Mexico?
