Dear Karen, Georgia and furred colleagues, including Steven,
I’ll get right to it:
I was accepted to a leadership conference hosted by my sorority. I haven’t been involved in the organization since I left college many (many) years ago, but it’s been a tough year, and so I applied.
The organizers sent out a list of roommate assignments.
I’m a grown woman; I didn’t want a roommate.
That is until I Googled my assigned roommate. (I’m a journalist. I research.)
She was a Chi Omega.
At Florida State University.
In 1978.
That’s right, y’all.
My roommate was nearly a victim of Ted Bundy.
He killed the sister next door to her, and the one in the room across the hall.
The police took her door because his fingerprints were on the doorknob. He was interrupted from going in because Nita Neary came home.
My roommate was the one who found Lisa Levy — still alive until she got into the ambulance.
She ended up being deposed three times by that monster who served as his own lawyer.
(You know what Lincoln said: He who represents himself has a fool for a client.)
The focus of the conference was resilience. And Diane McCain is the epitome of resilience. Her Bundy experience led to her becoming a crusader for victim’s rights.
She’s also battled some serious health issues.
In sum, Diane is a badass.
Of course, I offered to help her write a book about her life, or write it for her.
Stay sexy, and say yes to roommates.
Love,
Beth
Observe and report 
Write the book and then let’s make the documentary!
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Yes, please. That’s an excellent idea.
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That’s so cool! I hope you write her book!
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