It s Myrna
Our new neighbors, the Kellers, seemed okay. They had a son, Phil, a grade behind me, and a daughter, Monica, in my grade. I guess my parents had met them during one of their trips up to our new town, when they were buying the house. They hit it off with Phil & Monica's parents, which may have been why they chose this house instead of the larger one they found in a different part of town. We moved cities and houses on a Monday, unpacked (more or less) on a Tuesday, and we were...