July 24th, 1976

Today I am recovering. Yesterdays tension and apprehension culminated with my visit to the hospital last night. At the house with Debbie and her fiancé Stu, and Sandy and Louie. Debbie brought a bottle of Tequila and all of us sat in the kitchen with a salt shaker and lemon slices and got very drunk. My visit with Charles is etched in my mind’s eye. So sorry, such agony to endure. So hopeless. It frightens me. She clasped my hand and held it while we visited. Such a terrible thing to happen. For her, for her family.