I have spent some time talking with people who were there. It’s not easy. I myself, even after I wrote this book, have trouble reading it.<\/p>\n
I don’t want to go back to the scene of the accident.<\/p>\n
I was talking with an old friend. She was there. She witnessed a lot of it.<\/p>\n
True, she didn’t know all of the story. She had her own scenes she was dealing with.<\/p>\n
So when I said somethign she said, “Wait, what? I don’t think I knew about that.”<\/p>\n
And I had to explain.<\/p>\n
Quickly. About people we knew differently.<\/p>\n
And there it is. The part two. Is it my sequel? Or the sequel of all of us?<\/p>\n
And it doesn’t end so pretty. How can I write an open-ended sequel? There should be some sense of ending.<\/p>\n
That’s the trouble with true stories. They don’t end. They just kind of rest.<\/p>\n
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