I was looking over the photos that koldkase put together here and I was studying a picture of JBR's bathroom. I noticed that the toilet sticks out a bit and I began to wonder about the toilet bowl rim having caused the skull fracture since ST's theory was that there might have been a bedwetting incident which led to the head injury. I took an apple and struck it against my toilet bowl rim and all three strikes left an imprint which measured one half inch in depth which, I've read, was the depth of the skull indentation. On my third strike, I produced an indentation in the apple which is the exact dimension of the skull depression. What is more, the indentation is curved just as we see in the autopsy photo of the skull. I'm not putting this forth as the ultimate truth of what happened but, as far as I'm concerned, I've more than proven to myself that the blow could have happened in a bathroom. In the "blood on the pillowcase" thread, we've been having a good discussion concerning the bedroom, etc. I've just been trying to piece together a scenario which would fit the headblow happening upstairs and the garroting down in the basement. It seems the girl was carried down the staircase as she had the garland in her hair. Secondly, I read last night in ST's book where he relates a conversation with the Reverend Dr. Frank Harrington: "Trujillo and I went over to the Peachtree Presbyterian Church to talk with the Rev. Dr. Frank Harrington the next morning. He knew the family well, had married John and Patsy, buried Beth, baptized JonBenet, and had just buried her, too. If anyone could provide us with some insight, it should be the Reverend Harrington. The minister met us with a frosty demeanor and a curt, "I'm not sure I want to talk to you. I will tell you I will share no privileged information." That set me thinking about the rules of privilege, in which information can legally be kept in confidence, such as between doctor and patient or lawyer and client. Also privileged would be a confession by a parishioner to a clergyman. "Is there privileged information?" I asked. "I won't answer that," Harrington said. "Do I need an attorney?" And then Thomas relates that they had to wait about 20 minutes for an attorney to be present. Now, obviously that Reverend had some kind of information. When Thomas asked if he had privileged information, the good Reverend wouldn't lie. He said, "I won't answer that." It seems that all the main players, in Atlanta (the good reverend and John's ex were lawyered up and resisting questions).