I got a divorce a year ago and I was looking for a place to live. My two aunts (my dad’s sisters) are retired widows, ages 62, 68 and I’m 51. We were always very close.
They called me up one day and invited me to stay with them until I could get back on my feet. I told them under a few conditions, which were that I pay my own way and that I not disturb their life-styles. They agreed and said I could live down in their rec room since they didn’t come down there