ABSTRACT
Someone had seen her wearing a yellow halter top and eating a Fudgesicle at Knott's Berry Farm. Someone had seen her walking beside a man with a feathered haircut. Someone had seen her sitting on his lap, his hands firmly holding her bare, tanned waist. Someone had seen her begin to cry. Someone had seen them sitting side by side on the corkscrew roller coaster, Jenny Foley's blond hair flaming around the back of her neck.
