Violeta. Winnie. Both came and went, homewreckers, heartbreakers, the latter leaving three hundred and forty dead in her wake. Wake. Vigilance and prayers for the dead. Saw a front cover picture that dramatically captured the aftermath of her passing, a concrete bridge halved right in the middle, rising above a mud and detritus choked river, huge trunks of trees hugging the base. Reminded me of a scene in Dante's Peak. But this ain't no Hollywood CG. Reality is still much, much scarier.