Giving Aunt Vanessa a hand
Aunt Vanessa was mom’s older sister aged about forty. She had come back to town a week or so ago after getting divorced and she was renting a house whilst she got things sorted. At least that’s what mom said. “You can help her fix things up or move furniture or do some painting. There must be something she can find you to do that’s better than playing on that computer all day. You are such a misery with your friends away.” A couple of minutes later she had phoned Aunt Vanessa and sent me on...