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