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“Wow.” It’s all we can say. Who knew vegetables could
taste so good?
The next morning, my mother and I say good-bye to
the woman who changed our lives.
“Do you have to go?” I ask Aunt Marty.
“I can’t hide in Delaware forever.” She cups my chin the
same way she did on the day she arrived.
“It’s worked for me,” Mom jokes.
The three of us laugh. My mother actually looks pretty
standing next to her sister. And Aunt Marty is as gorgeous
as ever. Even though she’ll be moving into a much smaller
apartment and—she insists—a much smaller life, my aunt
Marty is every bit the goddess she will always be.
“Thank you for the furniture,” Mom says, “and our colorful
walls. I’ll pay you back.”
“You don’t have to pay me back, Fay. I don’t need that
stuff anymore. Besides, we’re family, remember?”
“Still . . .” Mom’s voice trails off. I know what she’s
thinking. She owes her sister so much. How can she ever
repay her? How can I?
“I’m only three hours away,” she says, her voice quavering.
“Three seconds by phone.”
Aunt Marty throws her arms around my mother and
squeezes. “I love you, Fay.”
“I love you, too,” Mom says. Then she adds, “My beautiful
sister.”
With tears running down her cheeks (though her
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