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My mouth opens and closes like a goldfish’s. “This is<br />
Aunt Marty’s house?”<br />
Now I understand why the Odessa Homeowner’s<br />
Association refused to let Mom join up. She isn’t a homeowner!<br />
“My parents wanted to punish me for having you,”<br />
Mom says, “but Martha wouldn’t let them. She’s let us live<br />
here rent-free all these years.”<br />
“Wow!”<br />
Mom clucks her tongue. “There’s a lot you don’t know<br />
about your aunt.”<br />
“Like what?”<br />
“Like—” Mom looks at me long and hard. I feel my<br />
heart pounding. My tongue becomes a dry piece of sandpaper<br />
in my mouth. At long last, I will know the whole story.<br />
“Are you wearing makeup, Ruthie?”<br />
“Don’t change the subject, Mom.”<br />
“I’m quite sure I told you gloss only.”<br />
“A little mascara and blush! What’s the big whoop?”<br />
Mom has that block-of-wood look on her face I’ve seen<br />
a gazillion times. Mules could use lessons from her on stubbornness.<br />
She says, “I won’t have you disobeying me just because<br />
Martha is here.”<br />
“It’s a stupid rule. I’m fourteen!”<br />
Mom says, “Go wash your face.”<br />
Bending down, she turns her attention to the garden.<br />
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