and going out the front door and slamming the door. you heard this? when i heard the slum of the front door. i know that. and the next morning we got up and and she wasn t there. mike sr. told s dad that carol had demanded that he signed papers to sell their house. he didn t want to. she got mad. they argue. he went to bed and when he woke up in the morning she was just gone. so we just assumed she needed to get away for a few days. but as the days went on, we got extremely worried. nearly a week after carol departed, her red audi fox foot showed up in the parking lot of the red onion. dusty, as if it had been there a while. i remember being upset about it. she was gone and i didn t know where she went. they drove around looking for her. went to bars. carol s picture in hand. the torrance police department opened a file but they couldn t answer any questions. like had she finally just gotten fed up with mike and gone off to start a new life
he was a good father. he just seemed to really enjoy his kids. enjoyed carol s family, to. especially her dad, milt. milt brought young mike into the family house painting business. just stuck to him immediately. he was always a very likable person. friendly, loyal. but not exactly ambitious. he did it seem to mind at all settling down to a modest existence. them and the two kids all cramped up in a two bedroom, one bat room house in torrance. but carol did mind it. very much. she d had a secret a fair by then. maybe more than one. she got herself a cute little red car, audi fox. ordered personalized plates, cjsfox. the car is long gone, now. so, we did this one to look just like it. quite often she would get in her little car alone and go roaring off to school or to meet markets like the local red onion was back then. i know she was going to the red onion. i never went there with her, so i don t know what she was like. and then that night in march, kids off to bed. their s