My Favorite Aunt

My Favorite Aunt Ch. 08

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Jean and mom had been wearing me down for the past few weeks. It was that whole passive-aggressive thing some people are good at. It seemed as though the two sisters had turned it into an art. As weird and fucked up as I knew it was to breed my own mother, there was no

My Favorite Aunt Ch. 05

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Mom pulled into the driveway around 2:00. I was fifteen feet in the air on an extension ladder, working on the siding of the house, when I saw her pull in. I was drenched in sweat again as I climbed down. We hugged as she stood next to her car.”You’re all hot and sweaty Ry.”