Shortly after moving to Idaho, I briefly lived with my parents while I hunted for an apartment. They had neighbors that I'd met only once. The wife seemed nice but didn't leave an impression on me. She was in her 50's and seemed like one of those women that married right out of high school and had been a stay at home wife and never knew anything else. We ran into each other at a Costco one day. She recognized me but I didn't remember her. She struck up a conversation with me. Asked me how I was, how my job hunting was going. Asked me what my rent cost, that sort of thing. She just seemed curious more than anything, but there was something off about her. And looking back on it she seemed frightened and trapped and I wished I'd paid closer attention. She committed suicide a couple of weeks later. My parents think that something was going on in her marriage. Either her husband was hurting her or divorcing her or something. We don't really know. All we can do is speculate and gossip. The way she reached out to me and touched my arm when she saw me, like she was grabbing some sort of lifeline. Like I had an answer to a problem she never articulated. She was so prim and tidy looking that I ignored the desperation.