Almost forgot about the Tryst

So on my WeHo tour, R showed me a mansion in the hills, and pointed out that it had a secret passageway. Nice, right?

Well, supposedly, it was used by Marilyn and RFK. He said it led to a suite, where they had their trysts.

Scandalous mofo! I didn't believe him at first. More like, I didn't want to. But, as I have already admitted, I don't want to--well I do want to, but I understand that I can't, know too much about politicians' lives. Many Americans have already passed away, wondering but never having known secrets to the mysteries shrouded and buried by those sneaky FBI, CIA, etc. agencies. Tragic. I wish I could at least take some secrets to my grave when I die. Then the fruits that sprout from the tree, nourished by my decaying body, will bore fruits of knowledge. How cute, how lovely. Just don't know how such Wendy-fruits would taste. I wouldn't think too good, since I am an "old lady," and eat dried fruits, bland crackers, and drink hot water.