Aunt Eleanora stood in the doorway watching me play pool just behind Dallas. A worried glare was on her face. I raced over to her with a massive hug. To have her arms gripped tight around me was the best feeling in the world.
Elenora looked the same as always, as if she had come from a board meeting with other CEO’s. She wore a tailored beige-and-white pinstriped pantsuit. Her brown hair was swept back with a golden-black clasp that kept not a single strand from falling loose. A deep cherry red lipstick had recently been touched up. Chocolate brown eyes were as big as a deer’s. She was tall and thin. Her height was another thing I did not inherit from her side of the family. Not one of my known relatives was as short as I was.
After a big sigh of relief at having me in her arms, she rel
