“Uhoh”, I thought. There was Aunt Jayne. “She’s looking for me, I just knew it!” I had been running around all day long trying to avoid her. She was mad as hell and with pretty good reason. I had flooded the bathroom again. Really bad this time. Phewwwww blowing a long stream of air from my lips. Looking again toward Aunt Jayne. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t stay here hiding much longer. My stomach is growling now. I can smell dinner cooking. God Aunt Jayne sure can cook. She says all her recipes aren’t. When I ask her to tell Mom how to make things. Back in the city we eat mostly takehome. Chinese and Italian mostly. The only Italian food here is Chef Boy-ar-Dee at the IGA. I’m starving. I smell peaches. All just hanging there. I should have grabbed some when I had the chance
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