But then I was Brian, and Beth Ann was my mother. In this iteration I am Carl, which IS me, and I am in bed with Colleen, who I had no idea felt such ...ttraction towards me.It was all out of order, and I wondered if I screwed up my shot at renewing things with Beth Ann. Colleen would certainly tell Rebecca everything, but just as certainly, not Beth Ann. As I enjoyed the quite of afterglow, I ruminated on how changing things – changed things.Beth Ann would not go to work at the bank on the. There was a wooden chair, a box of tissues, and an overflowing wastebasket. Paul went over to the screen, dropped the required number of tokens into a coin box, and said, “That should be enough to assure we won’t be bothered for at least an hour.”“It’s sure not the Waldorf,” Cindi said as she looked around the cramped confines. “But then, I don’t expect to spend the night here.”I stood off to the side. This was Cindi’s and Paul’s show.Cindi walked to the chair (it’s back was facing the video. Perhaps Fred Landry was hiding something from seven years ago. But what would that have to do with his daughterʼs death now? And what could elicit such violence?“Mr. Fred Landry?” she asked, standing at the door to the small seedy two room apartment.“Yeah, Iʼm Fred Landry. Who wants to know?” said the burly, unshaven man through the small crack in the door. Linda produced her badge.“Kiowa County Sheriff. Iʼm investigating your daughterʼs death.”“I donʼt know nothinʻ I ainʼt already told the. I don't know if he noticed, but not once did I call him John. When Suzanne entered the room we rose and greeted her like we were seeing her for the first time. She was wearing a long dress that had to be new. It was dark red, dipped low at the neckline and flowed to four inches above her black shoes, showing just a hint of her ankles, covered by dark stockings. Her neck was adorned with large black pearls and she wore matching earrings.For once, Mr. Oldham was speechless. I felt obliged to say.