On that Tuesday in January, when her life changed forever, Martine Rhodes woke with a headache, developed a sour stomach after
washing down two aspirin with grapefruit juice, guaranteed herself an epic bad - hair day by mistakenly using Dustin's shampoo instead of her own, broke a
fingernail, burnt her toast, discovered ants swarming through the cabinet
under the kitchen sink, eradicated the pests by firing a spray can of insecticide as ferociously as Sigourney Weaver wielded a flamethrower in one of those old extraterrestrial - bug movies, cleaned up the resultant carnage with paper towels, hummed Bach's Requiem as she solemnly consigned the tiny bodies to the trash can, and took a telephone call from her mother, Sabrina, who still prayed for the collapse of Martie's marriage three years after the wedding.