Day 69

Awoke from a nightmare, unusual for me. A woman that I know who never stops talking often about her husband hired someone to kill him. I don't remember why I was in the car to the scene of the murder and it took place in a strange area. Disturbing. 

Did not fall back to sleep, and began my ritual readings-and then thoughts came to Sophie Clark, Diane Applebaum, and a girl that admired and met at Sunny Oaks. Each was murdered, the third by her boyfriend.

Sophie and I went to high school together, and not sure if it was she or her sister with whom I cut Biology class. The girls room at Dwight Morrow was way more interesting than the instructor. I remember smoking and lots of big personalities. Sophie came from a large family and I think her sister was more rebellious.

Time went by, and the next time that I read about Sophie was when she was murdered in Boston. This was horrible, nightmares-she made it all the way to college and the Boston Strangler got her. 

So much in life is unjust and all these years later-I think of Sophie and cry--she was tough, smart, and life threw a horrific curve ball.

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