By Kathryn Casey
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The Pitonyaks came from rural beginnings. Bridget, a slight woman with chin-length blond hair and an effervescent personality, grew up with the last name of Waddell in the small farming town of Carlisle, Arkansas. In her 1978 senior photo from Carlisle High School, she looked like the good girl next door, wearing a modest sweater, her long, silky brown hair held back in a barrette. Four years older than Bridget, Eddie was a bit of a fireplug, dark-haired, not tall in stature but well-built, with a determined, bulldog face.
Drunk and angry, he threw everything from the refrigerator against the floor and walls, and the girls and Clayton again spent the night in the closet, banding together for support. “I wasn’t an angel, either. I had a temper,” Sharon said. ” In the morning, the thirteenth Good Friday of their marriage, Sharon told Charlie, “I’m taking the children for their Easter photos and shopping. ” Charlie asked. “From now on,” Sharon replied. Charlie didn’t argue. “I think he knew he’d kicked that dog one too many times,” Sharon says.
In the classroom, Colton was a force to be reckoned with. “He overwhelmed teachers at times. He had a strong personality, and he was hyper, incredibly smart,” says one friend. “Colton seemed bored at school. ” As an altar boy, dressed in a pure white robe, Colton assisted the priests during Mass and helped serve Communion. Standing before the altar, lighting the candles, Colton appeared virtuous. His dark hair carefully combed to the side, he’d meticulously memorized every step. But then Colton was that way with everything, focused and not afraid to study hard to make sure he had it right.