Tamar Raine
We had just moved to Manhattan beach, Calif to a very nice house on Second St. I was four years old, my sister was eight, and suddenly my 18 year old half brother from my father’s first marriage, was there living with us. I hardly knew him, since he had lived with his mother all his life, only visiting us on rare occasions. As I recall he was a terrible tease. My sister later told me that Ricky was not a nice boy.