Worry and its role in our personal stories
January 31, 2017 11:48 AM Subscribe
My classmate Bethany, during the third grade, was the first friend to go missing: she moved to Oklahoma. I never heard from her again, despite earnest promises to keep in touch, and I naïvely spent months waiting for a postcard. I was torn between two versions of the story of her disappearance: 1) she lost my address in the shuffle of moving boxes; or 2) she was one of the victims of the Oklahoma City bombing.–The Lost Girls: A Rehearsal for Minor Tragedies is an essay by Mallory Chesser.
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