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an audition for a position at a television station over in Woodbury that night. Arts and entertainment reporter at WNTK. I hold a bachelors degree in Media Communication from Sanders College. One reason I always try to cooperate with the press, the way I’m doing right now, is because I’ve been a journalist and broadcaster myself, and I always planned a future in television. I owe it to Larry as well as myself to make that dream a reality someday. Just because a person you love dies doesn’t mean you’re dead too. I’m still very much alive. And I still have dreams. I still have a future.
    Just to give you some idea of how things were between Larry and I, I had talked to him just a few hours before the audition. And he was so excited for me. He knew how much this job meant to me, and because it was important to me, it was important to him. Looking back on that conversation now, I realize it was the last time I ever spoke to him. His last words to me were, “You go in there and show them, Suzanne. I know you can do it.”
    It was a very important night for me. I’d worked hard on my presentation, which included a sample movie review and a weekend roundup of fun activities for families. I know I did well on my interview too. Everyone was impressed. After I played the video of my weather broadcasts at my present job, they even clapped. Naturally nobody was going to make a commitment that very day, but the station manager gave me this look, as he was shaking my hand, before I left, which I knew meant he was looking forward to my coming aboard. “Very nice material, Suzanne,” he said to me. “Very nice.” I’ll always remember the way he squeezed my hand as he said that. You knew he was sincere.
    So naturally I was feeling good as I drove home. Thinking about the new job and all. And especially looking forward to telling Larry. Knowing how proud of me he’d be. He was always my biggest fan.
    It was another dream come true. And the whole time I was driving home, I was thinking to myself, Larry will be so happy when I tell him. He’d been out late himself that night, at the restaurant, but I figured he’d get home before me, and when I got to our condo I saw I was right, because his car was parked out front like always. Only the odd part was, Larry always left the house lights on until I got home. It was just after ten o’clock, but our house was completely dark.
    Still, nothing could have prepared me for what I found when I opened the door. There was Larry lying in a pool of blood, like John Lennon or somebody. Our home had been totally ransacked. There were stereo components lying in the middle of the floor, and a box of my jewelry spilled on the rug, and furniture turned over, like there had been a fight. I figured Larry must have come in just as this burglary was being committed and surprised the criminals. It’s one of those situations of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, that’s all.
    So they grabbed him, and struggled. Larry was a very strong, very athletic person, so I think there had to be at least two of them to hold him down. Anyway, there he was. You know the rest. Lying there, with blood all over his head, and blood dripping on our new carpet. I took one look at him and knew he must be dead. Looking at him, I remember thinking, He’ll never know if I get the arts and entertainment reporting job. It would’ve made him so happy.
    I’ve been trained in crime reporting, so I kept my head. I knew I should get out of the apartment right away, in case the criminals were still there. Also I knew better than to disturb the body. At Sanders I worked as a reporter for the college radio station, and I was present at numerous crime scenes. I know how important it is to leave everything the way you found it. Even in a crisis, you never stop being a journalist. That’s just the way I am. It doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same things as other people. It’s just my professional training coming