11:05 p.m. At the Vincent-Frances Residence Her 32-old husband Vincent was already home after drinking out with boys. He looked at the time. It was a

The Next Meeting Day. . . . [Chato POV: I was consumed, exhausted, tired and wasted! Too weak to move. . . even to open my eyes. . . but I had to forc

The dinner for the organizations key officers and board of directors was at 7:00 p.m., so Chato had time to nap and shower. Her husband had sent her a