Handwritten page of a diary dated July 12, 1979
… pretty worrying if you consider that her very favorite song is “Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads and she’s only 14. Then about a week ago she asked Mom for permission to stay up until 3 a.m. because there was an old movie she wanted to tape on the Beta player. Turns out it was “Whatever happened to Baby Jane.” I knew she saw it once before because she came home from a slumber party talking about how cool it was. I went and told Mom that she needs to hire a psychiatrist to figure out what’s wrong with Mary Jo’s brain. Mom said she would do it if we had the money. She was sort of laughing when she said that, but anyway last night, “Charlie’s Angels” was a rerun and Mary Jo asked me if I wanted to watch “Baby Jane,” again. So I said “oh I don’t know, is there anything you want to TALK about?” I said this as casual as I could, but she looked at me like I was cracked in the head. I went back to Mom and I said “are you sure there’s nothing you can figure out about why Mary Jo is so demented?” She thought for a minute and then she said “oh maybe it was the Santa Claus.”
I’m not sure what she meant because to me Santa Claus is just jolly and not creepy at all.
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That One Day 