Why, oh why, did Anne Marie Whitehall take her own life, swallowing away her pain and her grief with a handful of Nembutal capsules and a bottle of Merlot? Does Samantha Jacobs, the red-haired vixen grinding away on a pole at the Revue know?
Or perhaps Deena Cook, harried mother of four and a regular visitor at Children's Services?
Or does Cierra Maldonado, mother of two children by two different men, not receiving a penny of child support and working as a cocktail waitress at a chi-chi club in downtown Cincinnati know why?
Or perhaps Lettie Robinson, a 400-pound housewife of three healthy and hungry little boys, who knows the meat display at Wal-Mart better than the inside of her own trailer.
Well, someone knows why Anne Marie Whitehall committed suicide, but she isn't talking.
And everyone wants to know who the raven-haired, glacially thin woman is: the one who's walking around the trailer park and sending secret notes to certain dear - and dearly departed - friends.