It was November, and Bitsy Barnes was back. She had returned to her meandering means of getting to the point. Now and then, Detective Tuttle picked up on a word or two of her chatter, something about school or books, and he thought she was stuck on Miss Martin again. He glanced at the wall clock. The Waste Land came to mind. "HURRY UP PLEASE, IT'S TIME."
Then the words "grassy knoll" penetrated his poetic musings, and he groaned. Kennedy. Now she was confessing to killing JFK.
"Bitsy, this is even more preposterous than last time. You weren't even born when Kennedy was assassinated. You've got to stop this, or I will press charges against you for filing false reports. Do you want to go to jail?"
"But I'm so sure. I can see it. It was a past life. Everyone's heard of those. Haven't you heard of those? You have, haven't you?"
Tuttle nodded, admitting he had to get Bitsy to move on.
Satisfied, she continued, "I saw this psychic on Nancy Nolan. Have you seen her show? It's a good show. The psychic told all about how to remember past lives. I did just what she said, and I remembered. Yes, I remembered everything. The shots. How his body jerked when the bullets hit him. I remember all that."
"That's because of that special on television the other night. You watched that special, didn't you?"
"Yes." Bitsy examined her hands and picked at the skin around her fingernails. "I guess I did. And I dreamed about it. It was so clear. It was just like I was there. Maybe you're right. Maybe I didn't kill him. And even if I did, it wasn't in this lifetime, was it? But I guess it doesn't count if it isn't in this lifetime. Is that right? It doesn't count if it isn't in this lifetime?"
"No, Bitsy, it doesn't count. So now you can go on home. No more confessing or I'm going to have to arrest you. You understand that, don't you?"
"Yes. Okay. But I still think I did it. But like you said, it was another lifetime, and you can't do anything about another lifetime."
"That's right, Bitsy. So if next week, or next month, or some other time, you remember that you killed Abe Lincoln or anyone else, and you do the math, and you couldn't have done it in this lifetime, I don't want you to come and tell me about it. Okay?"
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