Aunt Betty and Me

Rate this story It all started in the aftermath of one of Florida’s many hurricanes.  I don’t remember the name of the storm; I was only fourteen at the time, and didn’t pay much attention to current events.  My Aunt Betty lost her home because of flooding, and came to live with Mom and me. ...

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