My Aunt Carmen was the stuff young boys’ wet dreams are made of. She’d been widowed for several years by then. While she’d been married she’d been rather dumpy and unattractive, but when she became single again she ditched her frumpy wardrobe in favor of tight jeans and miniskirts, which made her look irresistible even though she was well past forty. Gone were the “sensible” flats in favor of tall stiletto heels. No more erotic woman ever lived!
To Mom and my other Aunts, Aunt Carmen was the subject of endless gossip. They never seemed to