south, two long, narrow brick buildings that faced each other with
a playground in the middle, and a large field where a covered walkway goes nowhere. A fountain bubbled between the church and
the first classroom area, and behind was the office to one side and
a white frame building housing the Agape Youth Center.
Music drifted across the desert, shimmering in the heat. Nondescript dark-brown folding tables and chairs lined the walls of the
converted dance hall, already crowded and hot. Green chalkboards
brightened either end. Tan Venetian blinds banged against window frames as cool air was futilely pumped in the vents and floor
fans whirred in vain.
When Kim and David entered, dressed in matching white
shorts and gray T-shirts with red lettering, he spotted Pete Perez, his boss from
Parks and Recreation, along with his wife
Luz sitting at a table with her brother
and his girlfriend. Kim and David joined
them. At the next table, Carol Bulfer, a
babysitter of David’s when he was a boy,
sat along with her husband Scott and a
David added his contribution to the
Bring Your Own Booze party, a liter of
tequila, mix and a 12-pack of beer. He
drank the tequila with beer; Kim drank
hers with mix. By the end of the night,
according to David, he was a number- 10
drunk on a scale of 1 to 10. Still, he was
sober enough to do the limbo with a beer
in his hand and a baseball cap backwards
on his head.
Luz remembers that Kim had drunk
enough as well. She won the raffle but
tripped and staggered on her way to collect the prize.
At about 1:00 a.m., Carol Bulfer,
a self-described lightweight drinker,
excused herself and went outside toward the rear of the building.
After three white Russians and a shot of tequila, she needed some
air. The strong and pungent odor of menudo drifted from the
kitchen. Though the air outside was hot, it was dry and fresh, free
from the brown smog that hung over Phoenix. Carol leaned
against a car near the kitchen door and only then noticed David
Carrizoza, who had gone to the bathroom in the next building.
She remembered him from 13 years before when she had watched
over him as he played with the older neighborhood boys. She was
28 with two kids and two marriages and hadn’t seen David much
in those years. She’d only seen Kim once, about a year before in
When David returned, the two struck up a conversation. She
faced the door and David, with his back to the building, stood
between her and the entry. With no warning, Kim ran out of the
building, hit Carol in the face and continued beating her.
Neither Carol nor David saw Kim coming until she was literally
on top of the older woman. “I pulled her hair,” was all Carol could
manage for self-defense. “David, get her off me,” she yelled.
David did, with help of another man.
As David dragged Kim away, Carol re-entered the dance,
brushing off her clothes. Shaken, she made eye contact with her
husband, grabbed her purse and went to the car to calm down.
From the parking lot, she could see David and Kim in front of
the chapel. A light illuminated their figures clearly along with a
flowering cape honeysuckle that boasts delicate orange flowers
and lacy green leaves—mocking what
was to be a brutal night.
David gripped Kim by the upper
arms as she struggled. Carol yelled, not
wanting them to fight on her behalf.
When she shouted, David let go, and
Kim walked away through the garden,
past the fountain, and out behind the
building. It was between 1: 30 and 1: 45
Angry and seeking an apology,
Carol, her dark, curly hair flying, ran
after Kim as she stormed into the
“I hate you,” Kim screamed at her.
“It’s your fault that David beat me up.”
Carol thought, right, it’s my fault
when you just jumped on me for no
reason. She continued after Kim, not
afraid anymore, certain David had
explained their innocent conversation
and that Kim would not attack her
again. If she didn’t get an apology from
Kim, she was pressing criminal charges.
After all, what Kim did was illegal.
But when she caught up to the fleeing woman, Kim’s tough
exterior collapsed. By this time, the two women were in the side
street. Kim admitted she was sorry and burst into tears. Carol
steered her back to the parking lot, asking if she wanted a ride
home. No, Kim said, she did not want to go home. Carol knew
she was too drunk to drive anyhow, so the two proceeded to walk
the three blocks to Carol’s house.
During the walk, the dance had broken up and those who did
not stay to try and sober up on the menudo were on their way
home. Several friends, including Pete and Luz Perez, stopped to
offer rides. All were refused. In a repetition of an age-old pattern
that has lasted through quilting bees, bridge clubs, and con-sciousness-raising groups, woman bonded with woman as Kim
shared her life of hell with David. She told Carol that David was
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David added his
the Bring Your
party, a liter
of tequila, mix
and a 12-pack
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