Went to see Missouri for the second time, and I can’t explain it…it was like we’d been friends for years. She knew every detail, not just of my life, but also of me…my thoughts…fears. She was the first person who didn’t look at me like I was crazy when I told her my story…she just listened, and nodded, and then she told me she believed me.
So. . . if he didn't tell her anything until the second time, what did they discuss the first time?
