July 27, 1993
As I was trudging home from the library, I saw a figure down at the corner of Magazine Street, talking to someone through the window of a red car. I noticed because he called me by name, but I didn't recognize him. I went indoors but soon heard a noise outside. I went out and found Chris. He was carrying a bow for some reason, but no arrows.
He asked if I'd seen Richard, who has apparently gone missing. I said I hadn't seen him in a week. Told him the last I'd seen was his pony-tailed figure wandering up the hill, into the setting sun.
A couple of notes on this entry -
1. Chris left the bow in my laundry room, where it remained even after I'd moved away.
2. As far as I know, none of us ever saw Richard again.
