When I was eight years old, we had new neighbours move in during a pretty hot summer. A fairly young mom and dad with a daughter around a year older than myself. It was a typically quiet suburb of midwest America in the 1980s.
I heard the girl before I ever saw her – her high, animated voice coming in quite clearly through the thin walls, obviously excited at her new home. I saw her mom briefly when she stepped out to bring some boxes in – she was a pretty brunette wearing a floral dress, with a generous amount of cleavage visible. But I didn’t see either her husband or their little girl that day.