Aunt Cecilia had lived alone until the day her sister died in 1955 she was forced to take in her sixteen year old nephew. She enjoyed living alone and was not offended by the term old maid or spinster, she enjoyed her job as a librarian and thought a good book and a hot coffee an enjoyable evening. At 43 she was still quite attractive but considered plain due to her glasses and the way she wore her hair tightly bunched up in a bun and also for her penchant for tweed skirts and
