I had a travel bag with my clothes, razor, and toothbrush. I picked it up and took it into the bathroom that I would be sharing with Aunt Cathy. She started brushing her teeth as I went through my bag. I hadn't brought pajamas, naturally. I thought that maybe my old pajamas were still in the bottom drawer of my former bedroom dresser, but I wasn't about to try to navigate that obstacle course this late.
I settled on a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt, setting those on the bathroom counter before taking the bag into the bedroom and setting it on the far side of the bed—what I still thought of as "Dad's side." I looked up when I heard Aunt Cathy come out of the bathroom. She stopped and let me stare at her breasts for a few seconds. My face felt hot when I realized what I was doing and lo
