The first time I questioned her sanity was when I saw her engaged in a conversation with the mirror. I have done this, but I would be embarrassed if someone walked in the room. Not her. She just giggled and flexed her smile and never left her world of being flattered by some guy that wasn't there. One time she was doing this in her rear view mirror
on the freeway and asked me to smell her breath so she would know if she was going to fog the guy she was meeting.
She would sit at her dressing table and put on make up and giggle like a school girl. It was unnerving.
She would leave for the day and come home before my father and coach me the story that we were to tell him.
We lived with my grandmother while her charges were pending. My father found a new job and begged the family dry for her attorney. They granted bail and I started a new school. I worked hardest at becoming wall paper.
It was close to normal but the under current was not predictable. Her mother was too polite. Every one was but them. They carried on like nothing had happened. One was trying to wring the neck of the other, or they were having sex so loud no one could sleep. She never slowed down. Her appetite for affairs and trysts were not human. His denial never ran dry. We were gearing up to fight for her life. And she was fucking any guy she could get alone.
My father worked for Sears and Roebuck remodeling retail stores. Each remodel took from six months to a year and we lived in that town for the duration. My fathers boss was some hustler down at the track and always carried a roll of cash with him. After my father went to Denver to gear up for a new project, my mother took her day shift boyfriend down to Dallas. She was also sleeping with my fathers boss and they were to meet down in Dallas.
In Dallas she called the boss and he was to fuck her at a motel in Dallas. She had the kid come at them in the parking lot with a gun acting like a random robber. He was to rob the boss, take his roll and leave with no one but them the wiser. They didn't count on the boss slapping the kid around. Which is what he did. The kid ran and she claimed hysteria and drove home and picked the kid up along the way. After they made it to the house she called the boss back and told him she had composed herself and to come over and finish what they had started. The boss came over. The kid met him in the driveway with a gun and tire iron and started beating the boss. Boss is overwhelmed and takes off running. Kid empties his pistol in the bosses back killing him. Bloody sheets. Body in car. And a drive to Denver while the police flew up and waited. Cops had this one solved before we crossed state lines.