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The same year Tiffany and I went away to college, Bob left too.  It seems he’d finally done it; Bob killed his mother.  Sirens blared late that October afternoon then the authorities retrieved his mother’s remains, now enshrouded beneath a sheet.  Bob followed behind, handcuffed and cursing.  Tiffany’s mom told us all of this when we came home for Thanksgiving.  Not that the news really surprised anyone.  Stranger things had happened.