Ash Kelley

Now, after moving in, they quickly settled into a quiet domestic life together.

Love.

And on their nights off, Kitty would read fiction while Marianne painted.

Oh!

Like...

They talked about art, music, movies, their shared interest in astrology.

Oh, bitch.

You would have loved that.

Come on.

Yeah.

They really were living this little idyllic.

just moment together and for for to be in the 1960s for them to be a gay couple in the 1960s that was hard to find absolutely is your own idyllic life bubble yeah together where you were unburdened by everyone else's fucking opinions about it so they but they found that together and it makes me happy that makes me so happy and just like she's living such a new york life which makes me so happy because she that's what she wanted and where she felt free i feel free i feel alive oh

Now, it's going to take a rough turn.

Of course, yeah.

I know I've set you up for this, but it gives me a little comfort to know that she had this, like, idyllic life with someone she loved before this happened, but this is going to be a hard turn.

Now, at around 2.30 a.m.

on March 13, 1964, Kitty finished closing up Ev's 11th Hour and headed out to her red Fiat parked in the lot.

Oh, my God.

But even at that late hour, it's unlikely that Kitty had danger on her mind.

After all, Queens was the safest of the boroughs at this point.