Even after their mom’s murder, Flat Stanley’s sisters are not discouraged from carrying a box for a wounded stranger, even when a size 14 blonde woman who looks much more like those girls lifts the end of a couch into a stranger’s van. Ted Bundy’s favorite look became dated, but there is always another man with another preference who is danger.

Who would have French braided their hair that looked nothing like their mom’s, wild blonde and made blonder by summer spray bottles of lemon juice and hydrogen peroxide, side-parted because times change. The girls might have attended more theater with just their dad, but who would have sewn their chorale dresses, whose feelings would they have hurt when they were awful.

She’d have said to Ted Bundy oh your poor arm, let me help, are you sure that doesn’t need a proper cast? And then her daughters left only with their English professor father who’d never heard of a lint trap, who could spend all afternoon in the kitchen following a recipe for saffron rice but couldn’t warm up a hot dog. She had that same car, she and her husband, though later they’d upgrade to a Vanagon and camp all summer long with Flat Stanley and their two little girls.

She would have been Midwestern helpful if he needed her to carry his surfboard, or a box of tools, to his VW bug. Her long straight dark hair parted in the middle. Ted Bundy would have loved Flat Stanley’s mom

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