I just had lunch with Peggy, who was our next-door neighbor at the farm until right before Anna disappeared. Her husband was a professional diver and fisherman who with his brother, also a diver, went over Purisima Creek with a fine-toothed comb. Peggy said John had told her that he had investigated every inch of the creek from the farm to the ocean right after Anna went missing and in the days and weeks following, and that he had never found the slightest trace of Anna or anything belonging to her in or near the creek. Peggy said that one of the last times she was with Anna, it was in Peggy's VW bug. Her baby, Daisy, (now 35) was in the back seat, and Anna was in the passenger seat in front. "Peggy," Anna said, "what if your car was filled with frogs and the frogs were eating strawberries?" "Such a little angel," Peggy said. "Yes, but she could be a little devil, too," I said. I loved the story.