I'm a loser, what a joker..

I'm playing my jokes upon you..

While there's nothing better to do..

Tommy tell his Uncle he has to use the bathroom, but that he might hide from Aunt Betty in the backyard. It looked like he saw her walking into the front. Bob smiled and walked out to admire his wonderful new fence. He could see how he had to put more supports to keep it from falling. As his mind thought about that, a horrible screaming woman appeared.

 She was not finished.  She yells more about Tommy and Bob making her life miserable as she walks toward him.  Bob has gotten over his mad spell. He told Tommy he would look for his shell from the gun they had shot the other day. Her yelling made him remember that.  As she gets close her yelling about Tommy hurts him;  he holds his hands to his ears. He cannot hear any more words from her mouth against that sweet boy.

Betty stops ranting and walks up to him. Bob turns with a smile on his face, a flat shot gun shell between his fingers. She looks at what he has and rolls her eyes. ‘Bob will you stop goofing off and get the box out of the shed? I need to pack my clothes.’ 

He watches her walk away. Thoughts run over the top and middle of his head. The lower part of Bob's brain was safe from any Betty thoughts. The shell rolls back and forth between his two fingers.

Dora HickWannaBe is Betty’s sister. She works for the Peace Corps and is out of the country quite often. She pulls up and gets out of her RV.  Standing, looking at the home of her sister and brother in law. Her son stayed with them, and she felt a pang of guilt doing that to him.  Bob and Betty had taken Tommy in hoping they could find room for a little boy in their lonely lives. He was quiet and never raised their eyebrows. Well, never on purpose. Betty could have a fit with any little thing that she wanted to fly out of control, that was the nature of Aunt Betty.

As Betty walks into her kitchen growling at Bob who is following her, she sees a huge white RV in the street. Her heart thumps loudly in her ears.  DOOOORAAA! Betty runs out and hugs her sister. 'Wow Dora, you sure look old, and you are only two years older than me. What happened to you?'

'Oh Betty hello my sweet sister.' She remembered her little sister, and how rude she could be. The ladies hugged and squeezed each other and looked at one another and laughed and cried. Bob stood at the door, afraid to get too near either

one of them

. 

Tommy walked out and stopped. Betty saw him out of the corner of her eye and ignored him. ‘Dora you are so sweet to take me away from here now.’ Dora smiled and then turned. In front of her was her young son Tommy. ‘Oh my darling, come here and give your mama a hug.’ Betty turned away and frowned. He intruded on her time with her sister. How she hated the little boy sometimes. 

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