Annette and I had a spot of bother at the local public school, that is to say we hated it and had enrolled in the spiffier private "academy" run by the Daughters of the Cross. Liz arrived way too late to join us in the land of school uniforms and nuns and had to go with the proletariat at Airline High. Meanwhile, Annette and I took the bus to downtown Shreveport to join the privileged in our Catholic education. Nonetheless, Liz and I grew closer due mainly to the fact that we both had horses and those horses took us away from the ever watchful eye of my mother in the guise of long rides. And we compared notes about the in crowds at our respective schools and made nefarious plans for our weekends.
Eventually I was paroled and our lives continued. We were quite involved in the local party scene with other tykes our age. We discovered that Dr. Pepper and Bourbon was a nice mixture and tasted a little like a root beer float when mixed properly. We also like Colt Malt Liquor and Whiskey Sours all of which were drank bottoms up for as long as we were able. Malt Liquor was not a friend to Liz as it turned out. I discovered her in my room one night beating on my mouses cage with a curtain rod because Hector the mouse was running on his wheel and it squeaked. It was always dangerous to have a party at my house because my parents had an uncanny ability to ferret out any signs of misdeeds and I always got caught. Being lively and headstrong had no place in Colonel Marden's house I assure you. We never partied at Liz's house because along with her dad being a general and like that, her house was also occupied by the "aids" also known as house slaves as their mission in life was to set the table, fix dinner and rat Liz and I out on our many sins. There were two aids and they were the generals personal servants, but the Air Force paid for them. We liked only one of them, but he spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning Gen'l Kline's golf cleats and clubs. The other was creepy and noticed our footprints from where we had scaled down the wall from Liz's second story bedroom to the tool shed and made our escape at night when we joined the other thugs from the hood to swim in the officers pool at midnight. Your tax dollars at work.
My senior year of high school we moved. I had a boyfriend my parents actually approved of. Annette had flipped out and run off and married this guy named Clyde and Liz and I were closer than ever. Her parents, for whatever reason, actually invited me to live with them my last year, but the parents were not having any of that. FYI, if you find that you need to move and one or both of your kids are happy in the high schools they are going to you should not move them. Just sayin'. Your kids will be resentful forever. Anyway, we moved to Abilene, Texas. Arguably the arm pit of the nation at the time. I now know that perhaps Fresno has that distinction, but I didn't know that at the time. Or maybe not on reflection. It was not a good year. But Liz dutifully came for a couple visits and I went back to Shreveport for a couple so while it was really really horrible, it could have been worse...I guess.