Hundreds Mourn Slain Girl, Moved by a Life Too Sad and Too Short
The line outside the R. G. Ortiz Funeral Home on the Lower East Side of Manhattan snaked a half-block north along First Avenue yesterday before veering east on Second Street, stretching as far as the eye could see. The first people arrived at noon, carrying flowers and balloons, toys and sympathy cards. They waited for hours in the bitter cold for a chance to see the girl who lay inside in a gold-rimmed coffin, her gloved hands clasped over her stomach, the bruises on her face masked by makeup.