Just Desserts2

Collapsing back against the corner of the barn, wiping the sweat from my face. “Hell and Damnation!”, I whispered, wondering if Aunt Jayne can hear me from there. A part of me kind of wishing she could. It would get all this over with anyhow. “Why am I so stupid!” The bathroom was really flooded bad this time. I don’t know why I am so dumb about that. But that big old bathtub is so great. I can run the water deep enough to float in. The tub is a wreck. Humongous old castiron thing. It’s a wonder it didn’t fall through to the second floor. That old bitch was right for once in her life. Not Aunt Jayne. That Mrs. Whatsherface who “helps out”. She cleans. But you can’t say that. Sinking down to sitting, picking up a pebble and flinging it. “Geez!”, looking quickly over to the house. Aunt Jayne had gone back inside. A tray was sitting on the porch table. Oh God! Dinner! It all smelled so good. I’m so hungry.