I’ve always considered getting my hair dyed to be an unpleasant experience, not much better than going to the dentist. It takes about two hours, is slightly painful, costs a fortune and is sensory overstimulating to me. But I bit the bullet and went to get it done today for the first time since January.
The hairstylist and I did the usual chatting and, inevitably, I told her a little about the Charley Project. And she told me her story: her cousin has been missing from Chicago for five years, the family has no idea what happened to her, and the police don’t seem to know anything, or care. She told me her cousin’s name and I don’t have her on Charley; in fact I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard of her.
I gave her my card. I might be able to help her, beyond just putting the cousin’s name and face on the internet. Maybe get her put into NamUs too.