I was not an adult but a 16 year old boy should be considered one in today’s world. I was 16 in 1966 and boy was I naive….
We had a neighbor lady named Jean. She had a husband by the name of Everett that was a nasty foul mouthed hick from the sticks. Growing up all of the kids in the neighborhood hated the guy. My mother and Jean were pretty good friends and Jean would tell mom how nasty Everett was and how he was always treating her like dirt.