But It Will Be

Was Mo right? Was there a malevolence in this house? Or was it nothing more than man's curiosity and the power of suggestion? The only thing I can't figure out is how Jim Foster and I both dreamed of Betty Finch before either of us knew what she looked like. That one was still puzzling.

The entries continued with Foster mentioning the erotic dreams and the job being unfinished. He never again mentioned his wife or daughter.

Then, on November 6, 1979, he wrote:

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of Mother's death. The job still isn't done. But it will be."