Somebody knew that we were seeing each other and didnt like it. Whodunit . Everybody was a suspect. My stomach was in my throat. All of us were taken aback. It was really hard for my brain to wrap around that. It was early morning. Still dark, the spring air was a cold blanket around the pickup parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. At 5 20 the passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, and hurried towards the entrance of her downtown apartment. Her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyes followed her in the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like moths to a flame. To her, to the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. But how many and who . Who are the eyes in the dark that started that awful cascade of events of terrible things . I just dropped the phone and cried and cried and cried. I just cou
At 5 20 the passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, and hurried towards the entrance of her downtown apartment. Her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyesollowed her in the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like moths to a flame. To her, to the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. But how many and who . Who are the eyes in the dark that started that awful cascade of events of terrible things . I just dropped the phone and cried and cried and cried. That could happen three times in one family. Sunlight in the bad lands of eastern montana is like nothing else. That unsullied sky, the vast Rolling Prairies dotted sparsely with tiny old hamlets in which business is rsonal and where friends and families have worked the same places for generations. Places like circle, population 600, susies hometown. She livened things up a
It was really h hd for my brain to wrap around that. It was early morning. Still dark, the spring air was a cold blanket around the pickup parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. At 5 20 0 e passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, and hurried towards the entrance of her downtown apartment. Her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyes followed her in the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like moths to a flame. To her, to the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. Who are the eyes in the dark that started that awful cascade of events of terrible things . . I just dropped the phone and cried and cried and cried. I just couldnt believe that that could happen three times in one family. Sunlight in the bad lands of eastern montana is like nothing else. That unsullied sky, the vast Rolling Prairies do
Happened in those 20 steps. It didnt make sense to me. The men in her life, all three, were there that deadly morning. You know you were a person of interest . We still love each other very much. Somebody knew that we were seeing each other and didnt like it. Whodunit . Everybody was a suspect. My stomach was in my throat. All of us were taken aback. It was really hard for my brain to wrap around that. It was early morning. Still dark, the spring air was a cold blanket around the pickup parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. At 5 20 the passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, and hurry ied across the empty street towards the entrance her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyes followed her in the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like motte hs to a flame. Susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. But how many and who . Who are the eyes in the
At 5 20 the passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, and hurried towards the entrance of her downtown apartment. Her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyes followed her in the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like moths to a flame. To her, to the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. But how many and who . Who are the eyes in the dark that started that awful cascade of events of terrible things . I just dropped the phone and cried and cried and cried. That could happen three times in one family. Sunlight in the bad lands of eastern montana is like nothing else. That unsullied sky, the vast Rolling Prairies dotted sparsely with tiny old hamlets in which business is personal and where friends and families have worked the same places for generations. Places like circle, population 600, susies hometown. She livened things u