CARMEL VALLEY – A wife and mother eluded the law for 32 years, but now has been jailed for escaping a Detroit prison in 1976.
She has been known as Marie Walsh, wife of Alan Walsh. But the U.S. Marshal’s Service arrested her Thursday as Susan Lefevre, sentenced in 1975 to 10 to 20 years in prison for conspiracy and violation of drug laws. ….CONTINUE READING Wife, mother, prison escapee arrested after 32 years BY Pauline Repard UNION- TRIBUNE STAFF WRITER –>
I’ve been thinking about this a lot since I heard this story on the news last night. I can’t imagine how her family must feel, discovering that the woman they knew as partner, spouse, mom was not who they thought she was.
Then I started to think about the people in my life. I like to think the best of people. I like to think most people will do the right thing when confronted with a moral dilemma. At least for the big things. I like to think I’m a pretty good judge of character… but then you have a delusional, paranoid (former) co-worker who makes wacked out accusations or a friend who turns on you… and you start to wonder.
I had a friend once. We were really tight for a while. BFFs you know. (it’s a girl thing). We were both writers. We talked almost daily on the phone. We walked Torrey Pines Hill a couple times a week– The Hill of Truth we called it, huffing and puffing our man troubles, sweating out our writers blocks, commiserating on the world in general for the mile up that steep hill. She had some success with her writing– a one-act play that was picked up for production at South Coast Rep, and also for a very off-Broadway theater in New York. I even went to the Big Apple with her to see the play. I was going through some tough times and she was a great friend.
Then she was going through some tough times financially and my life was looking up. I was getting back on my emotional feet. She needed money and fast. She was on the verge of being evicted so I helped her get a job at my place of employment. Then the balance of power shifted.
Every time I emailed an article to her or sent over some other bit of information she acted like I was insulting her intelligence or telling her how to do her job. All I was really doing was sharing information– because things change quickly on the internet and its good to keep informed (I would have welcomed any articles she wanted to share).
She didn’t see it that way. The relationship went bad.
It got so bad that I hated coming to work– until the day she announced she had given notice when I had to restrain myself from doing the happy dance. Our friendship didn’t last.
I haven’t even seen her, anywhere, in a very long time. I’m not even sure if she is still writing– I never see her at workshops or at any writerly events around town. In a strange way I miss her (not the drama, the friendship and even the walks up that damn hill). I do hope she is doing well.