Paula's Aunt Miriam asked the next day as the two ate from a large bag of kale chips while Paula helped her aunt organize her bookkeeping. Her aunt ran a small shop and Paula helped her keep it profitable. They sat in Paula's apartment and Paula always enjoyed spending time with her. But as she reviewed the calculations, her mood dimmed. “She's still skimming money.” Her aunt shrugged. She knew her daughter wasn't trustworthy, but didn't care. “As long as it remains small who cares?” “I do. I have to talk to her.” “Leave it. Now you haven't answered my question.” “About what?” Paula said absently, making more calculations. Miriam snatched the calculator from her. “The kitten.” “Oh. He went back to eating as if nothing had happened.” “So, are you going to see him again?” Paula stared at her aunt. She considered her a trusted confidant, but now wondered if she'd made a mistake. Her aunt was an attractive woman who'd been a stunner in her youth. She'd married twice--marriages which she called heaven and hell.
