Body Parts by Caitlin Rother Page A

that Wayne had brought a friend home when he was supposed to be staying on base.
    “Don’t stop,” she told Bob. There was no way she was going to walk into the house at 10:30 P.M. if Wayne was there waiting for her.
    Bob drove her to a nearby pay phone, where Kelly called her sister.
    “Can I come to your house?” Kelly asked.
    “What is going on?” her sister replied. “Wayne’s been calling here, like, every ten minutes for the past three hours. He’s drunk and he’s waiting for you to come home.”
    Kelly’s sister agreed to let her stay the night. Later, Kelly found out that Wayne had come home with two dozen red roses, hid the car, and waited for her to show up. But as the hours passed, Wayne drank more and more beer, growing increasingly angry. At some point, he put on his camouflage uniform and waited in the bushes with a bow and arrow to shoot her and whomever she’d been out with.
    Wayne was still phoning Kelly’s sister’s house at 1:00 A.M. , ranting and raving, so Kelly finally took his call.
    “I’m not going to talk to you tonight,” she told him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Kelly went home the next night, but Wayne took out his anger and jealousy on her for days.
     
     
    On January 13, 1983, Kelly hit an emotional wall as she was ironing.
    “I want a divorce,” she finally told him.
    Surprisingly enough, Wayne didn’t seem angry.
    “Okay,” he said. “Would you mind staying, living with me, until I find somebody else?”
    Kelly was a bit frightened by the strange calmness that had taken over her volatile husband. “No, I don’t think that would work out too well,” she said.
    They proceeded to discuss how to split up the furniture, TV sets, the car, and their two motorcycles. Wayne was fine, until Kelly said she wanted to keep her bike.
    “Why?” he said.
    “Because I have friends that ride.”
    Wayne blew up, dragged her to the phone, and demanded she call her friend. She did as she was told and dialed Bob’s number.
    “Wayne wants to talk to you,” she said, feeling bad about putting her friend in the middle of all this.
    “What happened?” Bob asked. “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine, just Wayne wants to talk to you.”
    Wayne invited Bob to meet them for breakfast at a restaurant down the street in forty-five minutes. Bob agreed, so Kelly went to change out of her pajamas, taking Wayne at his word.
    But, of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy. While she was getting dressed, Wayne came into the bedroom and raped her, leaving bruises on her back and wrists. Then he told her to get dressed and they walked down to the restaurant. Just like that.
    When they got there, Kelly sat speechless—in the silence of the surreal—as Wayne asked Bob if he knew any girls he could introduce Wayne to, preferably ones with large breasts.
    “Bob’s just, like, flabbergasted,” Kelly recalled later. “He’s sitting there, like, ‘Well, gee, I don’t know, Wayne. I don’t know of anybody offhand, but I’ll keep my eye out.’”
    After breakfast, Bob turned to Kelly and said, “Drive [my car] to your house and get some clothes and I’ll take you away.” Then he took a stroll with Wayne, assuming that he had called Bob there to punch him out.
    “So you want to fight?” Bob asked.
    “Oh, no, man,” Wayne replied. “I’m happy for you.”
    Bob was confused as he and Wayne walked back to the house, where Kelly had already packed a bag. Wayne did nothing as she left with Bob.
    Wayne moved out a few days later, but he didn’t stop calling Kelly, who had moved to Pasadena. Within a couple of weeks, she started dating Bob, whose wife had kicked him out of the house. Eventually, he and Kelly moved in together.
    “I had made it clear to Bob, at the beginning, that I still loved Wayne, but it was just a difficult situation,” Kelly said later.
    Meanwhile, Wayne was stalking her. Every day he would call and report that he’d seen her driving down a particular street,