My aunt’s english had improved greatly, her words offering just a hint of accent. Xxnx We talked a few more times before the weekend arrived, and I assured her that I would be fine. This was my Tante Belle, that I remembered. “I have forgotten the joy.” Her smile returned and lit up my soul. Chicken!” dragging out the e in chicken. Rachel would tell me what to do, how to think and how I should feel. They told me I should be grateful for everything they’ve done for me, and that they wished they had been tougher on me. With one last reverie, I stared at it, licking my lips and imagining I had just tasted her. She never let on that she was loaded, in fact she lived in a bare two bedroom cabin.
