{"id":2670,"date":"2015-11-30T17:57:16","date_gmt":"2015-11-30T17:57:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.close2thebone.co.uk\/wp\/?p=2670"},"modified":"2024-09-23T05:32:15","modified_gmt":"2024-09-23T05:32:15","slug":"entry-1-i-was-pen-pals-with-a-serial-killer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.close2thebone.co.uk\/wp\/entry-1-i-was-pen-pals-with-a-serial-killer\/","title":{"rendered":"Entry 1 – I Was Pen Pals With A Serial Killer"},"content":{"rendered":"

Letter #1<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Listen<\/a>

Listen instead!<\/p><\/div>\n

Hobart Duffmann Prisoner #561213
\nElderwood Farm Penitentiary
\nOctober 9, 1962<\/p>\n

Dear Mr. Duffmann,
\n+++++<\/span>My name is Carol Simmons and I am 10 years old. For school our teacher told us to get the name of a pen pal who lives in a foreign country and learn about how kids live in other places, but I thought it would be nicer to be pen pals with someone who might be lonely and need someone to write them letters because kids in other countries have friends, so I got your name from a different place than what we were told.
\n+++++<\/span>I am in fifth grade. I like music and reading. When I grow up, I want to be a nurse.
\n+++++<\/span>How old are you? How long have you been in prison? What do you plan to do when you get out?<\/p>\n

Sincerely yours,<\/p>\n

Carol Simmons<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letter #3<\/em><\/p>\n

November 19, 1962<\/p>\n

Dear Mr. Duffmann,<\/p>\n

Yes, you do have the worst luck I ever heard about. It would be bad to be in jail for one<\/u> thing you did not do, but to be in jail for killing seven people when you didn\u2019t kill anybody must be terrible. Do you know how long it will take them to figure out you are innocent? I hope they can do it fast, and I bet you do too.
\n+++++<\/span>We are going to my Aunt Mary\u2019s for Thanksgiving this year. Do they have turkey in prison?<\/p>\n

Your friend,<\/p>\n

Carol Simmons<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letter #27<\/em><\/p>\n

July 4, 1963<\/p>\n

Dear Mr. Duffmann,<\/p>\n

Thank you for explaining to me what a shiv is. It was very interesting. I am very sorry you have to make your own weapons in order to defend yourself from all the criminals, and I understand it was not your fault you could not write me for a month.
\n+++++<\/span>My mother puts me in solitary sometimes too. I hate it. Sometimes when I want<\/u> to be in solitary, I am very happy, but it\u2019s different when someone else puts me there. When you aren\u2019t where you want to be, it seems like everything you want to do is somewhere else. Do you know what I mean? I bet you do.
\n+++++<\/span>What do you like to do when you are in solitary? My favorite things are drawing and reading.<\/p>\n

Your friend,<\/p>\n

Carol<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letter #209<\/em><\/p>\n

January 2, 1968<\/p>\n

Dear Daddy,<\/p>\n

Get it?<\/p>\n

You know I already have a daddy, so it was really weird to pretend someone else was my daddy, but it was worth it to get to see you in person!
\n+++++<\/span>Daddy!
\n+++++<\/span>I know you said I would be surprised to see how old you look in person, but I don\u2019t think you look old at all. I think you look young and handsome! And I noticed all your muscles too, so I see what you mean about how much time you must have to exercise.
\n+++++<\/span>To answer the question you asked right before we ran out of time, I think it would be very good for me to learn some exercises too. I agree that physical fitness is very important.
\n+++++<\/span>Your daughter (wink wink!),<\/p>\n

Carol<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letter #243<\/em><\/p>\n

February 4, 1968<\/p>\n

Hobart,<\/p>\n

They know, but I\u2019m not sure what they know. When I told my mother I needed her to take me to Elderwood again to work at the college library, she said, \u201cI know what you\u2019re doing,\u201d and she walked out of the room. When I tried to find out what she was talking about, she said she was too upset to talk to me.
\n+++++<\/span>That\u2019s all I know,<\/p>\n

Carol<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letter #271<\/em><\/p>\n

February 14, 1968<\/p>\n

Dear Hobart,<\/p>\n

As much as I\u2019ve tried, I still don\u2019t understand what\u2019s going on. My mother keeps saying \u201cHow could you?,\u201d and my father says I\u2019m not his daughter anymore. I just sit in my room and cry.
\n+++++<\/span>I\u2019m beginning to think you might be right. There\u2019s nothing for me here. I don\u2019t mean anything to my family (obviously!), and school is just a way to pass the time. I think every day about what you told me: People quit school when they\u2019re finally ready to learn something!<\/u> Well, I\u2019m starting to think I might be ready.
\n+++++<\/span>I was very sorry to hear about your last appeal. As you\u2019ve said, one man can endure only so much injustice, but at least now you know where you stand.
\n+++++<\/span>And I know that you know where you stand with me too.<\/p>\n

Yours,<\/p>\n

Carol<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letter #303<\/em><\/p>\n

February 29, 1968<\/p>\n

Hobart,<\/p>\n

I thought it was bad before, but I was wrong.
\n+++++<\/span>I\u2019ve been writing so many letters lately that I got lazy and started leaving them in the mailbox by the street. My mother found one and opened it, and I have no idea which one it was. Actually, it might have been more than one.
\n+++++<\/span>I just don\u2019t know.
\n+++++<\/span>They\u2019re talking about sending me away, maybe to boarding school, maybe to live with my grandparents in Montana.
\n+++++<\/span>Remember how you used to say that nothing is worse than solitary? Well, you were wrong, weren\u2019t you?<\/p>\n

Carol<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letter #306<\/em><\/p>\n

March 14, 1968<\/p>\n

Dear Hobart,<\/p>\n

Thank you for telling me about the censorship of prison mail. Yes, I have received letters from you with parts blacked out, but I always thought you were the one who did that. Everyone makes mistakes, right?
\n+++++<\/span>I am trying to imagine what parts of my letters might have gotten censored. I always worry that I will say too much, and apparently I\u2019ve done it, haven\u2019t I? But what was it I shouldn\u2019t have said? I wish that I knew so I could say it again, but then I would get censored again, wouldn\u2019t I?
\n+++++<\/span>So you were right again, Hobart. We can\u2019t let them keep us apart. When we\u2019re together, no one can censor us. This is the part that I will cover in black, a dirty trick since it doesn\u2019t actually say anything.<\/span>
\n +++++<\/span><\/span>
\n I will fuck you soon,<\/span>
\nCarol<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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