Roxy and Cliff were our neighbors. We shared an old victorian mansion with one other couple. The house had been divided up into three apartments. Perfect for young people, just starting out in life. Roxy and Cliff lived in the front part of the house. When you walked up the front walk and up to the porch, the front door led into their place. Rita and I lived in the back part of the house. Our entrance was off of the driveway that ran along the side of the house. The third couple, whose name we did not know, lived in an upstairs apartment.
We were all young. Rita, my wife, turned nineteen while we lived there. I turned twenty one. I was stationed at the Marine Base twentyfive miles away. Cliff worked for a local utility on the swing shift. Cliff was twenty two and Roxy was twenty. They were natives of the town where we lived. Rita and I were from elsewhere. She was originally from California, where we met and I was from Pennsylvania.