I wasn’t happy. For months, I’d been looking forward to my parents’ vacation, if only because it meant I’d have the house to myself for two weeks — the big dream of any 14 year old boy. Then, at the last minute, my stupid aunt had to go and move back into the area and need a place to stay. I barely knew the woman. I mean, I knew she was family and everything, but she hadn’t been around since I was a kid. Her ex-husband had moved them to California years ago, and even after the divorce, she’d stuck...
