Believe me. It is just as frustrating for you to read as it is for me to fail to report. I wish I could say what I was told, but if you do your own research you may be able to find the answers for yourself.
As I look for an answer to a question, I offer Amy some trivia.
Me: Did you know, too, that her [JonBenet] name is literally her dad’s name mixed with her dad’s middle name?
Me: His name is ‘Jon Bennett Ramsey.’
Me: That’s some… narcissistic bullshit.
We chat about a few more things I can’t divulge. Then I try to take a detour by reading an excerpt from the preamble of “JonBenet: Inside the Ramsey Murder Investigation,”
Me: I remember when I started this book, this really struck me. The preamble. Um.
Just before Christmas break, her mother arranged to have JonBenet to perform as a holiday treat for her classmates, and in pageant finery, she sang and danced all day while classmates came through to watch. She went home exhausted.
On December 17, she picked up still another crown — Colorado’s “Little Miss Christmas.” Six days later, during a party at her parents’ home, a family friend came across a JonBenet who was seldom seen.
The child was immaculate in a holiday frock, her platinum blonde hair was done perfectly, but she sat alone on a staircase in the butler’s kitchen, crying softly. The friend sat beside her: “What’s wrong, honey?
Little Miss Christmas sobbed, “I don’t feel pretty.”