Tony's wife Susan wore an open plaid flannel shirt
over a vee-necked white t-shirt.
She was a big girl, as tall as Tony and blocked more light,
It surprised me that he married her when he learned she was pregnant.
"Tony spent last night in a tree in the backyard," she told me.
"She's all: What are you doing up there? Come down! Right now!
Tony looked like he'd been up all night. He smelled
of paranoid sweat.
"He wanted me to get him a gun. Like he could really shoot someone."
A bruise on her forearm: they'd been fighting again.
"I'm going to drink this. And go to sleep. Outside."
It was October, so it wasn't too cold yet to spend the night