Jean, his mother’s younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning.
“Hi squirt,” she said. Rick didn’t resent the slam it was a nickname she had given him when he was born. At the time, she was six and thought the name was cute. They had always been closer than most nephews and aunts, with a typical little girl thought process she felt it was her duty to help take care of him. “Hi Jean,” his mother and he said in unison. “What’s up?” his mother added.