Susan was your typical mid-western farm wife who lived in a rural area out in the middle of nowhere. Her parents and brother and sister all lived just a few miles away. It was a small town with only one traffic light and one 7-11 store and that was about it.
As soon as she turned 16 and got her driver’s license she would drive every chance she got to the closest city of any size some 20 miles away called Clayton, even though it only had 30,000 people it was bigger and had a lot more things to do. Back then she was willing to do almost anything to escape the boredom of a no name place and uninspired life that comes with living in a small town.
She never went to college or attempted to leave that town and she married her high school boyfriend just to get away from her over bearing, bible thumping parents. They had a small 40 acre farm that his dad gave them as a wedding present that just barely broke even and consumed every aspect to their lives.
It was a typical hot Thursday afternoon in the middle of August and her husband had gone out for most of the day to look at some new farm equipment that she knew they couldn’t afford to buy.