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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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Her body was found in a lot on MacArthur Boulevard in Coppell, several blocks from the Sparrow Lane house she shared with her husband, Raymond Casler. Update: In , an Irving .

Coppell’s got its own pulse, ya know? Downtown spots on Bishop Parkway have that artsy flair, and the community centers? They’re like meeting hubs for quirky souls and sweethearts. As a sexologist, I’ve seen love in all its wild forms here. At the local coffee shop on Main Street, I once chatted with a couple who believed timing was everything – they said, “Life is like a scene from The Gleaners and I,” and I was all, “Yesss, that’s the truth!” Their story? Totally inspired me.

Betty Adams Obituary - Coppell, TX