Donna Berry Coker
I met her at the swimming pool of our apartment complex. Her long black hair and physical beauty captivated me. It was about five different subjects and several hours later before I learned she was married. Over the next few months I saw her at the pool on occasion. Each time she would be with a girlfriend, faithfully carrying a glass with a potent screwdriver mixture. I learned that on Saturday mornings she would always be out by the pool,…