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October 13, 2009


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a woman who's been getting nothing but dirty breaks. Well, we can clean and tighten your brakes, but you'll have to stay in the garage all night.")How hilarious
OH Laura Laura Laura, the Rona Barrett of Poetry. What a fascinating and little known story. I think Pat did it. Love Grace

I think it was Roland West. We only have his word for it that he didn't let her in on Sunday morning and didn't see her at all the following day. What I think happened was that Thelma came home late and drunk. He let her in (or she finally realized she had a key and let herself in), and they went to bed. The next day, the drinking and fighting continued - and West, who was known to have a bad temper, hit her, knocking her out. He then redressed her in her party clothes (explaining her undamaged slippers), put her in the car, turned it on, closed the garage door, and went back to the house to wait until the body was discovered Monday morning.

This would also explain three other things - one, the rigor mortis present when the body was found; two, why Thelma had peas and carrots in her stomach (she ate at least one more meal after Ida Lupino's party); and three, why West apparently made no effort to track her down all day Sunday.

There is also an unverified report that West made a deathbed confession to a friend that he had killed her. I don't know if I believe that one, but I think this scenario accounts for most if not all of the unanswered questions in the case.

Laura, it's very interesting that you bring this up because I don't think it's widely known that 'deathbed confessions' no longer have the force of law they once commanded. Numerous precedents in California case law question whether citizens brought up in the 20th century, known for its prevailing belief that 'God is dead,' can be counted on to tell the truth even when lying on their death-beds. In fact, there are many documented cases in which people who have experienced a return to life from 'near-death' experiences have told family members, law enforcement officers, and prosecutors that they had just been 'fuckin' witcha' when making death-bed confessions. Since very few people seem to fear eternal damnation anymore, the 'death-bed confession' has actually become an occasion for last-minute hoaxing, role-playing, and revenge. Thus very few courts will admit such testimony, and then only within rigid parameters, usually when uttered in conjunction with 'doors at the end of long hallways' and 'bursts of golden light.' Here in Los Angeles County, and throughout the state, legislators have written laws popularly called 'Fuckin' Witcha' laws that prohibit the use in court of such last-minute avowals.

Death-bed confession are good plot devices, though. :)

Personally, I think it was the peas & carrots.


I think it was her ex, pat dicicco,I would like to prove it. What ever happened to the lincoln?

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