Before Clem committed suicide, Cleo visited Clementine before shipping out to Germany. Cleo hitchhiked from Fort Sill to Oklahoma City. As he wandered up to the farm on a Tuesday afternoon, clouds gathered in the East. Clem was taking clothes from the clothesline, her hair blowing in the evening breeze. Men die in war, and he may be one, so he needed to see Clem before shipping to Germany.
“Hi, sis,” Cleo said as he walked up behind her.
She spun around, shocked. Once she spied her brother, she turned away towards the clothes. She felt like she would lose her breath and wanted to run and hide. Her heart beat hard against her ribs.
“Why are you here?”
“To see you.”
“My husband is napping inside.”
“I won’t hurt you, Clem. I was young and didn’t understand the impact of what I was doing
