Martha Jayne
It's been a whole lot of years since I last saw Cindy but I can say she's not one you'd forget once you met her. I remember her best from growing up in Cincy and going to the great old school that smelled like a school and had those ugly green walls. And hanging out at Bertha's, where Doretta put milk in her vegetable soup.
Thinking of Cindy makes me think of life long friendships born right there on the Cincinnati square, the school, the skating rink. Those places may be long gone but the memories live on. Cindy's will too.