“She still stays in St. Joseph’s Cemetery. Nobody overturns that verdict.” Joanne Arruda knew something was terribly wrong. It was late afternoon on Friday, September 8th, 1978: two days after her daughter’s 15th birthday. But Mary Lou still wasn’t home. She had been out riding her bike in her Raynham, MA neighborhood, about 32 miles … Continue reading The Lonely Death of Mary Lou Arruda →