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Twink's decision to take a run at the university rather
than the local community college.
Mary'd married young, and it hadn't taken her very long
to discover that her marriage had been a terrible
mistake. Her husband turned out to be one of those
"Let's all get drunk and then go home and beat up our
wives" sorts of guys.
She got to know a fair number of Seattle policemen
during those years, since they routinely picked up her
husband for domestic violence and hauled him off to jail.
Then there'd been counseling, which didn't work; and
eventually restraining orders, which didn't work either,
since Mary's husband viewed them as a violation of his
right to slap his wife around anytime he felt like it.
Then Mary had filed for a divorce, which upset her
priest and sent her husband right straight up the wall.
He nosed around in several seedy taverns until he found
some jerk willing to sell him a gun. Then he'd declared
an open season on wives who object to being kicked
around.
Fortunately, he was a rotten shot, and the gun he'd
bought was a piece of junk that jammed up after the
third round. He did manage to hit Mary in the shoulder
before the cops arrived, and that got him a free ride to
the state penitentiary for attempted murder.
Mary sort of approved of that.
She knew that he'd get out eventually, though, and
that was probably what led her to take up a career in
law enforcement. A cop is required to carry a gun all the
time, and Mary was almost positive that sooner or later
she was going to need one. A more timid lady would
probably have changed her name and moved to
Minneapolis or Boston, but Mary wasn't the timid type.
Right at first, she'd spent a lot of her spare time at the
pistol range practicing for her own personal version of
the gunfight at the OK Corral. Her church didn't approve
of her divorce, but Mary had come up with an
alternative-instant widowhood. As it turned out, though,
her husband irritated the wrong people in the state pen,
and he suddenly came down with a bad case of dead
after somebody stabbed him about forty-seven times.
Mary didn't go into deep mourning when she heard the
news. I liked her: She was one heck of a gal.
Les Greenleaf wasn't happy about Twink's decision to
move to Seattle. I think he hoped his sister would reject
the idea of having her niece move in with her. But Mary
shot him right out of the saddle on that one when he
and I drove to Seattle in August of '97 to talk it over with
her.
"No problem," Mary said. "I've got plenty of room here,