Keith Morrison

Four years later, 1975, Kenny Jr.

was born.

And now Sante ran a full house, but not a nurturing one.

She had rules, the sort no one would dare defy.

It was the late 1970s, 20 years or so before the unfortunate events at Irene Silverman's place.

Sante, Kenneth, Kent, and now little Kenny Jr., all living the lush life.

Fancy clothes and luxury cars and villas full of servants.

In the house in Hawaii, we had a secret storage spot in the master bedroom.

She had 30 mink coats.

I've never seen anyone wear a mink coat in Hawaii.

I don't know if you have or not.

Sante, at last, seemed to have the life she wanted.

Rhonda Martin was Kent's high school girlfriend and spent lots of time with the family in their seaside mansion.

Sante was like a dream, said Rhonda.

A lovely dream.

And she knew exactly what she wanted.

Made sure everyone else did, too.

So, now that she was rich, did Sante Kimes change her ways, renounce her compulsion to lie and steal?

Oh, no, not at all.

And her compliant husband, Ken Sr., seemed to love it.