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Aunt Sandy's f****y

My mom had died a few months earlier. I was 17, so I wasn't a k** anymore, but I wasn't so old that I could take it in stride. Or maybe you're never old enough to take things like that in stride; I don't know. Anyway, I still felt pretty torn up about it, but I tried not to show it too much, because I figured it was harder on the k**s -- my b*****rs, Willie and Mark, four years younger. And with Dad away most of the time flying, I figured I had to be the man of the f****y. I don't know how we would have gotten through that time if it hadn't been for everything Aunt Sandy did for us. She's Dad's s****r. She'd gotten a divorce, so she was free and she came to live with us after Mom died, and to look after us. We sure needed it. Aunt Sandy was something: a short, blond ball of fire. With her hair cut so short she looked like a Q-tip, except that no Q-tip was ever that curvy. Nothing extravagant; she's no Dolly Parton or anything, but you could definitely tell she was a woman. It was weird having a good-looking woman around the house. Mom was pretty, I guess, but, well, she was our Mom, you know? Aunt Sandy was f****y, too, but in a way she wasn't. We hadn't seen much of her before. She tried her best to fit in, though, always looking after us and trying to help us deal with Mom being gone. Like that day. I had this thing at school -- an honors assembly. I tried to act like it was no big deal, but Mom had always been on us to do our school work and study hard. I knew this ...

... would have meant a lot to her. So I was getting these honors -- and she couldn't be there. I knew my Dad would be out of town, so I didn't even mention it to him. He'd been feeling guilty about being away so much, and he didn't need that kind of worry on top of losing Mom. The awards came at the end of the school day, in last period. The gym was full of students and parents. Every time someone walked up to the stage, you could figure out where their parents were sitting by watching for the pop of a camera flash. Every so often some k** would reach out his hand for a plaque and his mom or dad would yell out something that would echo and the k** would look up. Their expressions were always the same -- trying to look embarrassed, but actually pretty happy. I knew the feeling; my Mom could make me feel that way every time she'd shout out my name at a Little League game or point me out in a school play. I guess I was feeling pretty down by the time my turn came. Maybe I was even crying a little, I don't know. When they called my name I walked toward the stage in kind of a daze; the faces of the k**s around me were just a blur. Then I got up to the podium and the principal was reaching out his hand and there was a flash off to the right. I had just a second to wonder whose Dad had mistaken me for his son when there was this shout that bounced off the rafters: "Yeah Day-Vid!" It was Aunt Sandy, of course. She wasn't hard to spot, leaping into the air in the third row of the bleachers, ...