In 1971, Rosalyn Nolte was brutally murdered not far from my home town. Many years later, as teenagers, we were warned not to trust friends with cars. Read on to find out why.
Author’s note: This piece was written while in a period of gloom. Therefore, it is gloomy. In fact, it’s one of the few pieces that my husband has read of mine, and he commented that it is pretty well navel-gazing, negative rubbish that is a poor reflection of real life. Ha! Interestingly, at a distance KEEP READING