Aunt Clara

Well, the boy got out of the taxi and ambled up to the front porch. Like ever where else the grass were fresh mowed and he took in a smell what he were gonna smell a lot more of before he left Harper. Since the doorbell were all covered over with spider webs and such, he commenced to knocking on one of the double doors what were in front of him. He had to knock a bunch of times before this woman opened up. She were wearing one of them blue jeans jackets and a pair of them stretchy pants what was colored pink. And she had on a kinda greenish shirt and pink tenny shoes. It were real clear she warn't no slave to diets and exercise. "Hello, Charles," she said "You look like your mamma." Her tone of voice left him in doubt that this were a good thing. She took him into the front hall and he felt like Bette Davis in a old Civil War dress were gonna come walking in any minute. The house must have been pretty one day, but it seemed to have been left in a kind of hibernation for more than fifty years. She sent him up to the room where he was supposed to sleep and told him she would send up his lunch, she called it dinner, and he should stay up there and rest until he were called down to supper. All this got him thinking he were in a pool of quick sand and he were sinking real fast.