I thought I would get through his execution unscathed emotionally. I thought knowing it and believing it would make it a little easier, but it didn’t. I knew as well as he did that he deserved what he was getting. Of course, a man’s death should be more than just unpleasant. To see the unpleasant alongside the rest. Today was supposed to be the culmination of the interview, a chance for her to truly understand the real side of that experience. I’d spent the last three months with her and held almost nothing back about my relationship with him. When we’d first started the interview, she’d told me she wanted me to be completely honest about my experience with the man who was about to be executed. The swelling of her nose had almost gone down completely, and she’d been to a dental surgeon to replace her broken teeth. Her eyes weren’t quite as raccoonish as before, but it was apparent she’d recently suffered two severe black eyes. The stitches had been removed from her forehead, but there was a thin red line where the cut had been. The remnants of Leslie’s accident three weeks before were still visible. The story of a girl who’d been abducted by a motorcycle gang in 1975. They thought it would be interesting to include a real biker story in that issue. Rolling Stone had an upcoming issue dedicated to celebrity bikers. I’m pretty sure this was her first execution of any kind. The reporter, Leslie Cowan, fidgeted nervously, and I looked over at her. A reporter for Rolling Stone was on my right.
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