Do Something
August, 2011
ON COMING TO TERMS WITH BEING SAVED BY A MANDo something." I said those words on the night of June 6, 1984 just before my boyfriend, D, was shot trying to stop a burglar from tying me up. The burglar did not tie me up, and D did not die, though as far as I know (we broke up in 1991 and haven't talked since1993) the bullet is still lodged in his neck.More time has passed between the crime and now than between the time I was born and that year. I think about it a good deal, though less than...
