May 3, 1953

I heard today that one of the girls had died a few months ago. They aren't sure if she was murdered or if she died in an accident. The authorities are planning on exhuming her body to investigate further.  I found the article in the paper. It's really quite sad.  I wonder if her husband killed her. That's who I'd suspect anyway.

The women here are nice, but I don't have anything in common with them. They have a bridge group that meets twice a month. Can you imagine me playing bridge? It's such a square thing to do. I want to find people my own age. I want to go out dancing, listen to music, watch movies, and have a gay time. I really hope that I don't become an old spinster. That would be the worst thing I could imagine.