her mother smoking drinking playing w/ slot cars after hours at the bowling alley
the man who got off the bus in the rain who would rape her had escaped from a military mental institution in another life she was already dead killed by her own husband who framed his own adopted son whom she was sleeping with her husband and why his nose was never the same color as the rest of his face and the stolen money might move from one life to the next a constant and was it even her voice we heard how many women did it take to make her and how many lives had she lived you wouldn't think she could roll a big body like that off a cliff everytime it was different the killer and the killed
