Aunt Blanche9

“You were warned about the consequences of disrespect for my neighbors, young man,” she scolded, her voice raised in anger and disgust, “But what you’ve been caught doing goes far beyond the worst I could possibly have expected. You’ve earned yourself the harsh punishment you deserve for such a disgusting transgression.” The scolding was punctuated with several powerful, cracking, well placed strokes of the yard stick that brought howls from Billy as they climbed the steps, entered the house, proceeded down the hall, and entered Edith’s bedroom– the scene of the crime, and soon to be the hail of justice. There stood Edith, imperiously, flushed with rage, hands on hips in the lovely negligee. “What do you have to say for yourself, you shameful whelp?” Billy was speechless. He could not possibly answer, and sensed it would be pointless to try to defend himself after being caught so openly. He was doomed and he knew it. He was going to experience the legendary wrath of Aunt Blanche.