na outlaw em
tomorrow and him with just the one bottle of Olympia； suckin it； makin it last。
And she'd be makin jokes and sayin all these witty things； and every time she
said one he'd grin just like a fuckin ape； like she had strings tied to the
corners of his mouth。 Only after a few days you could see it was gettin harder
an harder for him to grin； and God knows what he had to think about to get his
pump primed by bedtime。 Well； they'd go in for dinner； him walkin and her
staggerin； drunk as a coot； you know； and he'd be pinchin the waitresses and
grinnin at em when she wasn't lookin。 Hell； we even had bets on how long he'd
last。〃
Watson shrugged。
〃Then he es down one night around ten； sayin his 'wife' is 'indisposed' —
which meant she was passed out again like every other night they was there — and
he's goin to get her some stomach medicine。 So off he goes in the little Porsche
they e in； and that's the last we see of him。 Next morning she es down and
tries to put on this big act； but all day she's gettin paler an paler； and Mr。
Ullman asks her； sorta diplomatic…like； would she like him to notify the state
cops； just in case maybe he had a little accident or something。 She's on him
like a cat。 No…no…no； he's a fine driver； she isn't worried； everything's under
control； he'll be back for dinner。 So that afternoon she steps into the Colorado
around three and never has no dinner at all。 She goes up to her room around ten…
thirty； and that's the last time anybody saw her alive。〃
〃What happened？〃
〃County coroner said she took about thirty sleepin pills on top of all the
booze。 Her husband showed up the next