Bobby's Black Book
When I went through the suitcase from Emma, I found something interesting. It was a small journal with a black leather cover. Sort of dog-eared, you could tell it had been carried around a lot. It was full of dates and names and symbols. The dates started in 1974 and ended in 1978. And most of the names were unfamiliar
I'm still trying to decipher the symbols and figure out what they mean.
But there was one name I recognized. It was written on the inside of the front cover.
Bobby Ewing.
The notebook must have belonged to Uncle Bobby. And he lost it a long time ago, or it was stolen. And somehow it ended up in Harris Ryland's safe!
Very strange. I can't wait to figure out what it all means. I only know I'd better keep it a secret from Uncle Bobby. And for now I'm not gonna tell Christopher, either. Because I can't really tell him--or anyone--how I got it.
Stay tuned!
I'm still trying to decipher the symbols and figure out what they mean.
But there was one name I recognized. It was written on the inside of the front cover.
Bobby Ewing.
The notebook must have belonged to Uncle Bobby. And he lost it a long time ago, or it was stolen. And somehow it ended up in Harris Ryland's safe!
Very strange. I can't wait to figure out what it all means. I only know I'd better keep it a secret from Uncle Bobby. And for now I'm not gonna tell Christopher, either. Because I can't really tell him--or anyone--how I got it.
Stay tuned!