i grew up on melody lane. it was one of a triumvirate of lanes: mary, melody, memory... in that order. we had friends across the latter two. the millers lived on memory lane with their daughters cathy and wendy... in that order. we played with them on occasion. cathy was my sister's age. apparently, she went on to purchase her parents' home and live there with her husband and two year old son.
my father told me that late last night, cathy strangled her son to death.
i barely remember her. i can see her in a photo from one of my birthday parties in the backyard when my mom made ice cream cone cakes. i think they gave me the amazonian Candi "barbie" that was hot hot hot back around 1980.
so so sad all around.