Bree has already answered for her crimes. She went off a cliff while trying to elude a police roadblock. She’s dead. Her husband is in jail, being held without bond on suspicion of homicide.
That means Reenie’s parents will be having yet another funeral this week-a second funeral for their second daughter. The first one, for Reenie, was an outpouring of public grief. The second one will be a private affair-family members only-as two fine, upstanding people try to come to terms with their own nightmare version of Cain and Abel.
It makes me wonder? How do parents cope with a tragedy like this where one of their children stands accused of murdering another? How do they find the courage to go on?
I don’t know, but I’m sure they will. They have to. Because their grandchildren, Matt and Julie, are coming to live with them while the children’s father goes off on a yearlong sabbatical.
Taking his girlfriend with him, Ali thought, but she didn’t put that in the post.
Which means Sam will be staying on with me. And that’s all right. Neither one of us liked being together much to begin with, but I think we’re going to be friends.
Speaking of parents, mine have decided not to sell the Sugarloaf-or rather the buyer decided against making the deal. I guess his restaurant consultant advised him against it. My father is bummed about it; my mother is delighted, so I guess they’ll work it out.
As for me, will I stay in Sedona? I don’t know. But I think I will keep blogging. Dangerous or not, I’m beginning to like that, too.
Posted 12:28 A.M. by Babe