Be nice to your Aunt! said the latest text I sent myself. My ghost self sent me. My aunt? My aunt lived in California. I lived in Florida. What? I hadn’t seen her in years. Seven to be exact. My aunt?
What? My aunt lives in Florida!
Be nice to her, that’s all, I walked through the front door and slammed the door.
“I’m home!” I called. Thanks god I got out of that car. It smelled like…..bad fish. Then, I heard laughter from the living room. More that one persons’ laughter. Who was it? I walked into the living room to find my Aunt Paula. Aunt Paula?
“Hello sweetie! Nice to see you again? Seven years! Dear lord have you grown!”