Patty Lou Mc Falls ...

 ... is a very Southern Gothic little girls name. Very To Kill a Mockingbird. She was an only child in our neighborhood growing up - which was like being a rainbow colored, three legged, joke telling  unicorn. All the kids knew she always only drank ginger ale because she was deathly allergic to milk and had a mouthful of tiny, rotten teeth to prove it. If even the tiniest drop of milk ever touched her thin, pale lips she'd collapse right there on the spot, never to breathe another breath. All the mothers worried because she was always "as white as a sheet" and as thin as Popeyes girlfriend. Her always worried, overly  protective mother walked her to the school bus and picked her up for lunch and returned her to school and picked her up again at the end of the day. 

My close friend Kit lived right across the street from her and whenever she hung out at Pattys house, she'd always have to untie her blond pigtails because otherwise Pattys older-than-the-other- dads father,  who had a prize collection of monarch butterflies pinned to black crushed velvet and framed in his den,  would yank on them like they were Venetian blinds. Kit also reported to us that Pattys household included her mysterious Aunt Poo Poo who was never seen by anyone except the family and never ever came down from her attic bedroom. Our town's very own Boo Radley.  

Unlike the rest of us, my lovely pal Kit was very brave and courageous to venture into Patty Lou Mc Falls house of ill spook. That's how she rolled.