Amy: Yeah. Yep. And her mom… like… (sighs) Patsy was aware of everything. She just didn’t… there was something about this third party man that was a catalyst for… the break.
Me: Okay, and so it wasn’t even, like she was upset with how — [redacted] was acting necessarily, she was interested in this third party? If I’m getting that right.
Amy: I feel affair. Or in love. Or. You know, um, delusional.
Me: Okay. Um. Do we know anything about this third party? What he looks like, how JonBenet would know him, or… how Patsy would know him?
Amy closes her eyes and focuses, hard. After almost a minute:
Amy: I’m asking her [JonBenet] to try to show me, so…
Me: Okay.
I suck away, helplessly, at my Capri Sun and wait for what Amy has to say. I am but a spectator in this situation. Almost two minutes later:
Amy: So all I’m getting at the moment is like, a shiny… um… head? Shaved head? Or… bald head? I’m gonna take a break real quick. So I can concentrate.
For the first time during any of our sessions, Amy actually stands up and leaves.
The air is electric, full of tension, and there is much, much more to come. 
