Rate this story To give you my grown-up opinion, I don’t think I was the first. My mother was always guarded around Mrs. Applewhite and I remember a time when I was younger that my parents would stop discussing our neighbor any time I walked into the room. Those were not friendly discussions. Maybe they should have kept going so I would have known. My boyish impression of Mrs. Applwhite was of a movie star. She wore seriously tight leopard print pants and favored the kind of high- heeled sandals that let you see what bright color she had...
