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Aunt Sandy's f****y

... waving her arms like a cheerleader. It wouldn't have been cool to smile too much, but I couldn't help flashing a grin. She must have heard something from Willie or Mark about the assembly, but she'd never said a word to me, just showed up. Parents were supposed to have tickets, and I'd never picked mine up, so I don't know how she talked her way in. Being Aunt Sandy, I figure she just flashed those big eyes at them and started talking fast and walking past them all at once. The assembly finished just a little bit after that. I was walking out the gym door when Aunt Sandy caught up with me and offered to drive me home. We talked about a lot of stuff in the car, about my missing Mom and how proud she would have been to see me up on the stage. I'm not much at telling people how I feel, but I felt so close to Aunt Sandy then that I just let it all out. I don't think I actually ever thanked her for coming that day, but I'm sure she got the idea. Anyway, by the time we got home I was bawling like a baby, but I didn't feel bad; I was just working out all my feelings about my Mom. For the first time, I allowed myself to admit how sad I was and how much I really missed her. And Aunt Sandy didn't say much; she didn't have to. Mostly she just murmured every once in a while, or offered me a tissue. Mark and Willie were staying over at a friend's house that night, so we got back to an empty house. Aunt Sandy said it hardly seemed worth cooking up a whole meal just for the two of us and ...

... wondered if I'd think she was too lazy if she just ordered out for pizza. I said it was fine. *** Later that evening, over slices of pepperoni and sausage, I told Aunt Sandy that I really appreciated her helping us out. She made a joke out of it, saying that it didn't take much effort to dial a phone for pizza, but I could see she really appreciated my saying it. It seems crazy now, but I think that was the first time any of us actually told her how much she meant to us. I guess we were all so busy dealing with our emotions that we never stopped to think that Aunt Sandy might be feeling down, too, with her divorce, and then coming into a new house and dealing with somebody else's k**s and all. Well, we finished dinner and watched TV for a little while, and then I went up to shower and go to bed. I'd played some basketball by myself in the driveway before dinner and I felt kinda cruddy. So I turned on the water full blast and stepped into the shower, sliding the frosted glass door behind me. I just stood under the water a couple of minutes, letting the hot jets bite into my skin. I still missed my Mom, of course, but after my talk with Aunt Sandy I felt like I was finally coming alive again, getting back to a normal life. It seemed as if the streams of water dripping off me were taking away a big weight that had been riding me for months. I started lathering up when I thought I heard something in the bathroom. The glass had steamed up, though, so I couldn't even see any shadowy ...