“But I thought-”

“EH!”

“Wha-”

“EH!”

“Er-”

“Umph!”

“Erm-?”

“NO!”

Raychelle silently glared at her Aunt.

“Shelly,” Raychelle shuddered at the use of her Aunt’s nickname, “why don’t you invite someone over? We can go shopping!”

“No,” Raychelle groaned, annoyed by her Aunt’s perkiness, “I told you I hate shopping! When will it sink in?”

“You’re just as stuborn as your father was!” Her Aunt snapped, standing up.

At the mention of her father, Raychelle looked up. “Hmm?”

Her Aunt hurrumphed and trotted away.