My sister Veronica and I had this double act, and my husband, Charlie traveled around with us. Now, for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row—one, two, three, four, five—splits, spread-eagles, flip-flops, back-flips, one right after the other. Well this one night we were in Cicero, the three of us, sittin’ up in a hotel room, boozin’ and havin’ a few laughs and we ran out of ice, so I went out to get some. I come back, open the door and there’s Veronica and Charlie doing Number 17—the spread-eagle. Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out. I can’t remember a thing. It wasn’t until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead.