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Caught on Camera

Summer was always something of a strange experience for me in between grades, but this summer was different because it was my last before college. I wanted study electronic, so fittingly, I got a summer job at Radio Shack.

After work one evening I came home and my mother was on the phone facing the sink; distress in her voice. My dad, sitting up in his recliner looked over at me and shrugged mouthing, "I have NO idea."

I set my bag down and reached in the fridge for a Pibb.

"Okay. Of course you can stay with us. When will you be here?"

I opened the Pibb and Mom spun around, waving with an uneasy smile. "Okay Brooke, see you then. Bye."

"Aunt Brooke okay?" I asked.

My mom sighed loudly and closed her phone, looking at me and then my father. Her short brown hair was a slight mess and a stressful look in her blue eyes.

"Dan left Brooke. She's flying here tomorrow morning."

"Whaaat?" exclaimed Dad, mouth agape.

I haven't seen Aunt Brooke in about ten years. My mom and her would talk relatively often, but Brooke was always traveling with her now ex-husband. They didn't have kids and pretty much took the road less traveled.

"What happened?" Dad asked, standing up and walking over to mom. Both were in their mid forties. Dad was showing quite a bit of grey in his formally brownish/black hair and his moustache. Mom looked really good for her age; she could pass for late thirties.

"I don't know all the details, but Dan pretty much came out of nowhere ...

... and wanted a divorce. I'm guessing some mid-life crisis bullshit." She responded, hands on her hips. Dad hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

"Wow. I did NOT see that coming," Dad said.

Ten years. I vaguely remember her at a family reunion. She was a tall brunette, and just... well, beautiful. I quickly formed a kiddie crush on her, but that obviously faded away as I got older and hadn't seen her since I was eight.

She was also fifteen years younger than my mom. I remember my grandmother talking about her "wonderful little surprise" while my Mom was in high school. Brooke was thirty-one.

"Wait, mid-life crisis? How much older was Dan than her?" I asked.

Mom responded, "Asshole is fifty-three."

"Damn, that's quite a gap." I responded.

"Well Ben, sometimes age is just a number between couples." Dad said, still holding mom.

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I had a four hour shift the next day. We had received a large shipment of webcams and video cables, so I spent most of my time there taking inventory and other monotonous nonsense.

I pulled into the driveway from my journey home and walked into a vacant house. Well, almost vacant.

"Hello?" came an unfamiliar voice.

"Hello!" I responded, putting my bag down and walking into the kitchen.

My Aunt Brooke was sitting at the table, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wasn't wearing any makeup and looked very tired. She stood up and walked over, looking me over.

"Taller than me and everything." She wrapped her ...