Bob stood in the shower and re-positioned the head of the hand-held shower he was installing.
“How’s that?” he asked.
“A little higher, I think,” Aunt Joy said. “Remember I’m taller than you are,” she teased.
“Only by an inch,” Bob grumbled, not looking at her.
“Sometimes a single inch can make all the difference.”
Bob looked at his aunt who smiled smugly back at him. Shetossed her curly red hair. Her blue eyes, like the teal blue of a stormy sky, sparkled as they always did when she teased him.