New York: A Tragic End to a Beautiful Life: March 6, 1998


From Karens Crusade

That Friday evening, while I was working on my resume at my apartment, my sister Karen was preparing for a night out with friends. After all, she was headed back to school in just a couple days, and there were a lot of people she had to catch up with before she went back to school. Karen had planted herself right by the phone, anxiously anticipating a call back. So when I called the house to ask my mother a trivial question about my resume, I was the last person Karen wanted to hear from. She answered the phone
and I said…..MORE