Tony
It was a short drive down a side street to Aunt Dot’s little yellow house. I could see their old Buick still parked inside the garage, waiting for Dot to get medical clearance to drive again. The rain and warmer temperatures had melted away all but the tallest snowbanks, leaving everything dreary and colorless.
I climbed the front steps and gave the door a cursory knock before I let myself in.
The interior of the house was like a sauna. Gen must have had the thermostat set to eighty. I could see her in the kitchen, just putting a kettle on the stove, while Aunt Dot was in her recliner with her feet propped up and a heavy quilt draped over her legs.
“Come in, Tony! Gen wanted me to call you, but I told her you would come by.”
I sighed and sat on the edge of the couch, the old spri
