Grin And Bear It

Question:



How am I, a smart, confident — and did I mention,
innocent? — woman supposed to react when smack-dab
in the middle of my messy divorce the single-engine plane
of my soon-to-be ex-husband crashes into the mountains
of Montana's Bitterroot National Forest and I become the
prime suspect in his disappearance?*



*Did I also forget to mention that there was no body?
(There is a very strong possibility it has been dragged
away by bears. Yes, bears.)



Answer:



Grin and bear it — like I've done most of my adult life —
only now, I've decided, I'm going to be the one asking the
important questions (see above) and not taking any answers
at face value...