Lucy D. Barker 6:13 p.m., May 23
Mary can be completely honest about the circumstances, and they won't believe a word.
It's so true, it's unbelievable. They won't give it a second thought, they laugh it off.
"Oh Mary, you and your crazy theories. And what else?" begs her friend Sara, who came with another friend to visit Mary here in the cozy mountain town of Cristo.
Mary is slightly abashed, she knows He is expected within the next day, infact in exactly eighteen hours. Could Sara and Elis stay here? Could Mary send them on an errand to town right before he arrives, and by the time they return he could have gone already?
"What else? Well, do you know why JFK was killed?"
The two other girls are astonished and feign interest, begging Mary to go on with the tale. "Oh let me guess, for the greater humanity" extols Sara theatrically. "To save the ocean' expostulates Elis, with a hand jutting into the air as if to provide a bed for an angel.
"Well yes of course, but there's a more practical reason, having to do with our topic, Big Foot, see, we encountered some drawbacks that year, and the only way he, Big Foot, were to make it safely across Texas, was with a major distraction."
"Oh yeah, what action Mary! Why don't you come work with us in the big screen?"
Mary looks out the window, checks the calendar. She is bored with this already. "It's a shame when even the truth is a lie." She says to herself.