To: paul ross who wrote (693 ) 3/21/2000 7:48:00 AM From: daffodil Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 1397
What has always occurred to me is that perhaps Suzanne was the type of person who like to "walk and talk" things over. To some, under stress, a long walk and discussion is a kind of therapy. But 1.8 miles? It's possble if the other person was somewhat of a "walker",too. We saw Jim in the 20/20 piece walking quite briskly and bicycling through New Haven.And Suzanne? We have this from an article written by her sister Ellen:(post 211) "She had a distinctive walk-fast, lively and purposeful-and the spirit of an explorer. During a September 1998 visit, she and her boyfriend, Roman, and I covered miles of Manhattan on foot." I've lurked through 693 posts on this board, but finally feel compelled to respond. Paul, your post makes a lot of sense to me. I've always felt that the "I'm stressed, I'm going to walk...maybe to the hockey game, maybe just walk" theory made sense. Or perhaps Suzanne had a friend--male or female--who was usually at home and open to visitors on Friday night. It was a Friday night with unusually warm weather. Who wouldn't feel restless and feel like walking? Especially when under stress. No homework, no class tomorrow...... I'll never forget the stress of handing in my honors thesis so many years ago. I burst into tears when I handed it to my advisor, who for that year had been my mother figure, father figure, you name it...and then I walked for over an hour in the arboretum, something I'd never done before, and then I walked to the house of a graduate student who worked with my advisor. She lived probably one mile from the arboretum. She wasn't expecting me, I just had to go to her house and cry some more about my struggles with my advisor. The pain I felt was created by the stress of the event. The struggles were illusory. I eventually got an A+ on my thesis, but I didn't know that at the time I turned it in. I felt that I'd failed miserably for the first time in my life. This is in large part why Suzanne's story resonates with me so......perhaps Suzanne was doing just fine in Jim's eyes, but in her eyes she may have felt that she was about to fail miserably for the first time in her life, and was feeling tremendous rage at what she saw as his inattention. Here's a hypothesis: Suzanne starts walking. When she gets to the vicinity of the hockey game, she runs into Jim, who, we know, went to the game for a short while. This is quite a coincidence. Somebody says, "let's talk." They start to walk. Jim says, "we can head toward my apartment, and then I can give you a ride home." Something goes wrong in the discussion...Jim starts to fear that Suzanne will complain about him to the dean. He can't afford that now. Rage takes over. He pulls out his Swiss Army Knife (surely he's the kind of guy who carries a Swiss Army Knife, as so many men do) and threatens her. She cries, "I can't believe you're doing this to me!" ....