She and I got to talking and I updated her on all the things I was doing with my life now that I was out of high school. The topic of Jeremy came up and I told her that I wanted to make it work between us while averting my eyes from Aunt Susan’s gaze. She changed the subject and asked how Brett was doing. Was he showing any signs of post-traumatic stress disorder that some soldiers were coming home with? I said he seemed mostly fine just that he seemed like he was preoccupied with something.
“You know… when was the last time I had you kids over to the Jacuzzi?” Aunt Susan asked. “You both seem like you are dealing with a lot, the bubbles will do you both some good; how about tomorrow night, around eight or so?” she asked.
“Well Brett is going to be out of town for the next few days, but
