Steve and Sue

This is a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue...nope, not them.  Jack and Diane?  Nope.  Tommy and Gina?  Well, they never backed down, that is true.  But this is not about them either. 
This is about Steve and Sue.  Steve and Sue were good friends of mine growing up.  I can still see Sue with her curly hair pulled up in a high ponytail.  Steve was well built, solid head of hair.  They usually lived in a pretty nice house not too far from the single girls, Stephanie and Wendy.  One of them usually dated a soldier.  The other had a pretty serious injury at some point and was now an amputee. 
The soldier, I don't recall his name, lost his foot in the war.  I imagine it was the Vietnam war, but that was never really talked about.  He would come visit her girlfriend, either Stephanie or Wendy, in their cute little apartment.  Sometimes, one of their mothers would come around and she was a bitch.  She even looked a little like an evil stepmother.  She wore horrible blue eye shadow and painted on eyebrows.  The other daughter looked just like the mother except she wore her hair in a sixties style and the mother often wore a wig.
I spent a lot of time with Steve and Sue.  They lived an amazing life.  Steve was always changing jobs.  Sue always looked beautiful.  She had dresses galore.  I loved being with her.  And their house, oh my goodness!  Fur carpets, high ceilings, a pool!  Steve drove a convertible.  They really were living the dream.
Stephanie and Wendy were nice girls.  They sometimes had a hard time with love.  I think it was tough to love a soldier.  He had a lot of issues that just couldn't be fixed.   His foot was stuck in his boot so he had to leave his boots on all the time.  He never really relaxed, always on guard, ready to put someone in a choke hold.  And Stephaine and Wendy (I don't remember which was which) couldn't be an airline attendant after the accident.  I don't remember what happened, but I think it was my fault.
There were other people in this circle of friends but I don't remember the names.  The faces, though, are still very clear.  Blonds with great tans, in gorgeous clothes.  They were living the dream and let me tag along!  But times change, and relationships change.  It started first when my sister got older.  Then I got older and I spent less and less time with my old friends.  I don't even know where they are now.  Up in the attic, I suppose.  That's where a lot of old friends go.  Their houses are torn down.  Their wardrobes, rags.
Sometimes I think that maybe Sue and Steve are like Woody and Jesse, just waiting for me to come back one more time.    My girls played with them for a short time, but they didn't call them by the same name or give them the same back story.  My girls created something new for them to live!
So this was a story of Steve and Sue.
Two plastic dolls with nothing better to do...
The rest was up to me!