Liz was talking about getting a new car and asked for their opinion of the idea when Bonnie suddenly burst out with, "I don't know what's going on, an... I just don't know how much more I can take!" Whoa! Where'd that come from?" asked Shelly.Bonnie, who almost never talked about anything truly personal, spent the next five minutes unloading on her two friends about how boring her life was and how she'd grown to hate it so."Look Bonnie," began Shelly. "The thing you have to know is that it isn't. Susan Hatfield was a pretty woman of just-under medium height. She was somewhat overweight. She wore a plain navy blue dress and a distressed expression. She looked as if she had slept little the previous night."Ms. Hatfield," Sam began, "Doug Ferguson tells me that you were Emma's best friend in Twin Rivers."She sat down and, ignoring the several china cups on the tray, poured coffee into a styrofoam container she'd brought with her. "Officer -- Deputy. Yes. Emma and I have been close almost. ‘Did Marcie find out about your thing? With, um, Lydia?’ I thought talking to him would let me know something, I’d find some way to get through his babble. ‘I called over. She didn’t sound very happy.’ He chuckled roughly, sounding more like he had something caught in his throat. ‘She doesn’t understand. She’s more worried about stock options and health care. They won’t take me.’ Anger darkened his eyes. I tried remembering what you were supposed to say to a crazy person to calm them down. Was. . unfair.”“Is it? Is that what you think?” he spat. “That you have it unfair?”“That’s not what I mean at all,” I said quietly, taken aback by his sudden anger.“What then?” he pressed.I shook my head sadly. “Pete, come on ... I’m not going to go there, not right now.”“Oh ... But the other day you sure were interested in knowing what was going on with me.”I stared at him, dismayed. The one time you want to talk, man... ?He waved his hand vaguely. “You wanted know all about what was wrong with.