Chapter 17

If I had known I’d get the Bible instead of money, I might not have bothered to send her an invitation at all. But I did, and I sent Aunt Billy one, too, and her three daughters, as well, Ginger and Lenore and Sylvia. I always thought Aunt Billy should’ve held back on the kids and just had cats instead, naming her daughters the way she did. Aunt Marge was already gone by then, and I never met my Aunt Clara, but I had a few extra invitations left. “Can I send Aunt Jessie one?” I asked, glancing through the address book. I couldn’t find her listed.

But my mom snatched the book from me and snapped it shut. “She won’t be needing one,” she told me. When I started to argue, she asked, “You don’t really think she’d come, do you? She barely knows you’re alive.”