The Cute Little Red Hair’d Girl Part 1
I first met Tammy when she was about 7 or 8. She had been friends with my daughters before they moved far away with their mother a few years ago. She lived just around the corner. Everyone always thought Tammy was a homely little girl. I contended that she would blossom late and be a knockout as an adult. Tammy recently turned 20, was a college student living at home. I had gone to high school with her parents although I did not know either of them well. She was tired of being a school kid living under the shadow of her parents. I, along with my new wife, Debbie, resided in the same house as did my daughters. It was my neighborhood; I was comfortable there, knew the neighbors and even had a pet …