October 27, 1965 - Baltimore

     As I walk down the sidewalk, I can not help but replay my night in my thoughts. In the lighting of the library, she was beautiful, reserved, and mine for the taking. She was biting her lower lip as she read quietly. All I could think about was how much I wanted to take her home. I only wanted sex. I might not have killed her though I probably would have. What can I say, sometimes I’m rough.
     She noticed me staring and didn’t shy away. We talked only briefly before she succumbed to my charm. But as I stepped inside her home, I see the letters from Vietnam on the counter with the same last name as hers scrolled from the sender. I put it together quickly. Married to a soldier. Lonely and needing to be held. I could have still killed her. That wouldn’t have bothered me but then I smelled the baby powder in the air. I could hear a heart beating too fast to be an adult just in the other room. I faked a sudden migraine and left her alone with her child. Alive.