Weekend at My Aunt’s

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I really didn’t want to go to Aunt Martha’s for the weekend, but I didn’t have a choice in the matter.  My mother and sister were going to a baby shower for my cousin and — of course — boys weren’t allowed.  I met Aunt Martha at the train station where my mother had dropped me off, and we drove to her house.

Aunt Martha had never been my favorite Aunt.  She always seemed a little stern to me, and her home didn’t have much in the way of entertainment.  I always got bored whenever I went

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