I would have jumped back in the car and raced away if it weren’t for the closing garage door. Had she lured me here just to turn me in? My aunt raised her hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve not called the police. I learned a long time ago you can’t believe everything you hear on television.” I nodded, my heart beating sideways. “Well, come on, get your mother out of the car. You both look like something the cat dragged in.” Mom was already fumbling with her seat belt. I unfastened it for her and helped her out. “Margie!” Mom spread her hands for a hug. “How nice to see you!” The two women hugged. Aunt Margie engulfed my mother’s small frame. “You still smell like roses.” Mom turned to me, waving her fingers at Aunt Margie. “She still does.” “Same toilet water. Keep thinking it might sweeten me up some.”
