In the 1950’s, my grandmother rode around the country with
Charlie Starkweather. They terrorized the countryside. They
shot people up, or rather, he shot people up, and they stole from
the dead people’s houses and made a life for themselves on the
run. Sure, they were hopelessly in love, but how could a love
like that sustain itself?

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How could it, Eugene? How could it, really? And that’s what I
used to think. I used to think that a relationship could only ever
end two ways. Either you get married, or you break up. That’s
how I thought about it. But you know what? That’s not true.
Because what if the other person gets the electric chair? That
certainly would be a change of plans.