August 29, 1968
by Amy
Time - unknown
I'm huddled in a church basement right now, looking at a manila envelope. Glasses wanted me to pick it up. I don't even know where he is, so I don't know where I can bring it. Nor do I know who left it. I'd like to look inside, to see what's in the envelope, but it's sealed.
Outside I hear pigs. I an hear yelling and sirens and chanting. I'm just off the Loop, which has been fierce for the past few hours. I can't believe no one else has found refuge in here. I also can't believe that the church didn't volunteer the space for housing young people. We could've easily fit about 50 kids in here.
I just wish I knew what was in this envelope. Maybe I should take a look.
