Freaky Green Eyes (2015)
“She caught me in her arms like I’d been falling, and she was saving me, and I felt her trembling against me, and it was so completely weird, the thought came to me, This isn’t Aunt Vicky, it’s somebody else. Because she was so changed, even her voice.
“We have to hope, Franky. We have to pray. She might be—must be—all right.”
Aunt Vicky was my mother’s older sister by three or four years. A tall woman, usually strong looking, in excellent condition from hiking, backpacking, running. In her fami...ly, Aunt Vicky was criticized—and admired—for never having married, for being independent—“doing her own thing.” Now she was nervous, emotional. It was a shock to see her looking so drawn and haggard. Her hair, which was a faded red, grayer than my mother’s, was brushed back flat from her face so that she looked exposed, sort of blunt and raw, weatherworn. Dad hadn’t wanted me to see Aunt Vicky—they’d never gotten along very well—but he’d seemed to admire her, to a degree, in the past.MoreLess
“We have to hope, Franky. We have to pray. She might be—must be—all right.”
Aunt Vicky was my mother’s older sister by three or four years. A tall woman, usually strong looking, in excellent condition from hiking, backpacking, running. In her fami...ly, Aunt Vicky was criticized—and admired—for never having married, for being independent—“doing her own thing.” Now she was nervous, emotional. It was a shock to see her looking so drawn and haggard. Her hair, which was a faded red, grayer than my mother’s, was brushed back flat from her face so that she looked exposed, sort of blunt and raw, weatherworn. Dad hadn’t wanted me to see Aunt Vicky—they’d never gotten along very well—but he’d seemed to admire her, to a degree, in the past.MoreLess
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