her name was carol jean meyer, though she was carol lubon when all this happened in march, 1981. the night of the slamming doors, the harsh words, the car roaring away. and it's an old story anyway -- pretty girl gets pregnant at 15, marries the guy. pretty soon she's a 20-something with two kids and a hankering to live, really live, for a change. and this particular pretty girl >> she was fun. she was outgoing. she had a lot of friends. >> she had two sisters -- terri was the younger one. gail the older. >> we were very close and made each other laugh all the time. >> but carol lubon wasn't laughing the end of march, '81. for one thing, she wanted to be somebody -- her own somebody. >> i know that carol wanted to complete school system and further her career, and that's when she went back to study architecture. >> sure her husband was a nice kid, and she loved him once with all the intensity of first love, the handsome high school football player who'd hang around on her front porch. mike stepped up and married her after the baby was born. >> he was a really good father. he seem