Carnage. The number of dead keeps rising, every time I check the headlines. Now it is up to 65. At 10:30 a.m. it was 39. It is terrible, incomprehensible. Nothing is left of the club. It has burned completely to the ground. So far, no one I know was there. But Rhode Island is so small. I had been terrified that my sister was there, but I heard from her earlier this morning, assuring me she was not.
Awful.
