Aunt Lynn
“Ricky, you want something to drink?” “Sure, Aunt Lynn.” “Come on in. Jim, you want anything?” He looks up, laying the tire iron down and wiping the sweat off his brow. “Nah, I’m fine. I still have water here. Rick, you go on up.” See, Jim is my uncle-in-law. He was working on his baby, his 1969 Camaro SS. Me, I just watch. I’m not much into cars. Aunt Lynn is my mother’s sister, baby sister. Though, to me, she seems kinda old, probably at least 35. Maybe even older. I head to the house....