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calls. There was no doubt, her friends said, that Joy was upset about the situation. And not without reason. Before he told Joy he was leaving, Larry closed all of their joint bank accounts, effectively cutting off his wife’s financial support. That move sent terror into Joy’s heart because she feared she would not be able to care for their son, who was then thirteen, without going to her father and begging for help. And that she was reluctant to do.
    There was little doubt, however, that Henry Davis was well aware of the situation. One day he tracked Larry to one of his job sites and cornered him, much as Gailiunas had done.
    “Get your ass back home,” he told his son-in-law in blunt Texas talk, “and forget that black-haired bitch.”
    Larry ignored the advice even though he, too, was under pressure from Gailiunas as well as Joy and her father.
    One evening early in the summer, Gailiunas and his mother came to Larry’s apartment. According to Gailiunas, he knocked on the door and was let in. According to Larry, he was lounging around his apartment, watching TV, when he heard a noise and looked up. As he watched, the knob on his apartment door began turning.
    Alarmed, Larry dashed into the other room where he could look out the window and see who was outside. It was Gailiunas and his mother.
    After establishing who it was, Larry went back into the living room and opened the door. “What do you want?” he asked Gailiunas angrily.
    “Is Rozanne here?” Gailiunas barked.
    “No,” Larry told him.
    When Gailiunas appeared skeptical, Larry invited the two of them inside so they could look for themselves. They went in and sat on the couch. Any belligerence that Gailiunas may have felt initially quickly evaporated. Propping his elbows on his knees and his head between his hands, he looked as though he might break into tears at any moment.
    “I want you to quit seeing my wife,” Gailiunas pleaded with him while his mother sat rigidly at his side.
    “I’m not seeing her,” Larry said. Then, he told the doctor in an unsympathetic tone that he was going to have to work out his problems with Rozanne on his own. “In the meantime,” he said, “get out of my apartment and don’t come back.”
    Gailiunas and his mother left peacefully.
    The affair between Larry and Rozanne continued throughout the summer and into a suffocatingly hot fall, interrupted only briefly by flareups the lovers had with their respective spouses. Despite the problems, Larry and Rozanne seemed to be deeply in love. Larry’s friends later told investigators that during that period they had never seen him happier.
    Rozanne’s friends and family said the same thing. During a telephone call with her sister on October 2, Rozanne gushed that she had met a wonderful man who seemed truly to care about her and that she was wild about him.
    “Tell me more about him,” her sister urged.
    “I’m bringing Little Peter up in a little more than a week,” Rozanne said, since Larry had given her two airline tickets for her birthday, which was on September 24. “I’ll fill you in then.”
    In an attempt to bring some tranquility to the situation, Rozanne worked out with her estranged husband an arrangement in which he would keep Little Peter on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday nights, and she would have him the rest of the time. On the weekday mornings after the boy spent the night with his father—Tuesdays and Thursdays—it was Gailiunas’s task to drop Little Peter at day care on his way to work. Rozanne then would pick him up when he got out at noon. In addition, Rozanne also took the boy to have dinner with his father just about every night.
    Virtually for the first time in his adult life, Larry was technically free to come and go without any marital responsibility, and Rozanne had no commitments for four nights each week. As a result, they spent considerable time together. And when they were not physically in each other’s company, they