3 p.m., Nov. 13
Marlene Price. At the sentencing, I sat next to Marlene Price. She greeted me and stared straight ahead with tears in her eyes. I could not turn my head to look at her because I would, I knew, completely lose it.
Posted January 22, 1998
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Reader writer suspects his roommate.
One night, I heard a tapping on the glass of my bedroom’s French door and saw a shadow disappear around the corner. I pulled the gun from under my bed and loaded it in five seconds.