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Black Widow Freed Because Oops, No Murder

After we toast Danica, let's raise a glass (of milk, in case anyone's watching) to welcome Cynthia Sommer home from jail. As far as I can tell, Sommer spent 2½ years in lockup for getting breast implants and hanging out in bars. A San Diego jury heard a lot about what a tramp she supposedly was; Sommer even started dating again after her husband died! Then, they found her guilty of murdering him. According to the Los Angeles Times, prosecutors presented 34-year-old Sommer as an older woman (OK, it's Southern California, but still) who offed the 23-year-old Marine "to collect on his $250,000 life insurance policy and begin a new, fun-filled life'' in Florida, with new boobs and multiple boyfriends. Only—their bad—it turns out Sommer "was jailed 876 days for an arsenic-poisoning murder that prosecutors now say didn't occur.''

If only she'd been thinking ahead, she would have saved her pennies for a better attorney, because the first knucklehead she hired opened the door to a description of her "lifestyle'' that was so inflammatory the judge ruled she'd been deprived of a fair trial. He overturned her conviction for murder with special circumstances, which carries a mandatory life sentence. "The evidence about her breasts, drinking and sexual activity 'became like an overwhelming cloud that covered everything,' " her new defense attorney, Allen Bloom, told the Times. Yet Sommer was kept in jail—and separated from her four children, ages 8, 12, 13, and 16—while waiting for a retrial. Until last week, when new tests showed no evidence of arsenic in her husband's tissue samples. Bloom had already lined up experts who were going to testify that Todd Sommer's death could have been caused by the diet pills he'd been taking. And prosecutors were still interviewing the neighbors, hoping to find some additional dirt on Sommer. Maybe, while she's deciding whether to sue them, each prosecutor should be made to wear a big A pinned to his or her chest, like Hester Prynne in the Scarlet Letter. Except in that case, of course, the A stood for adulterer.