With the tutor gone, I had Aunt Lydia to myself for an hour or so before Uncle James gets home from work. She was nestled into her reading chair in the living room, a situation that usually led me to play videogames in my room so as not to disturb her.
I wasn’t good at starting conversations, even when it was about simple stuff, like, what the weather is going to be like or what I might want to eat for dinner. I didn’t have the slightest clue about how to broach a more sensitive topic with my aunt. It wasn’t that I didn’t like talking to her, it’s just that she was always the one initiating our conversations.