After telling Aunt Cleo that Michael was more than open to a meeting with us all, she hosted one the very next day.
We spent the afternoon preparing lunch, which consisted of a variety of Caribbean food that Cleo adored, and also some basic delicacies just in case Michael wasn’t too much of a fan. I settled for just squeezing the fresh oranges.
Whilst I sat on the stool, I noticed that Aunt Cleo had an extra pep in her step. It made me smile knowing that she was definitely feeling this way because of Evanio. However, remembering how she felt about it in the first place, I can’t help but wonder if she’s faced the more . . . pressing issues.
“So . . .” I drawl as she peeled her potatoes for the potato salad, “how’s everything?”
She chuckles knowingly, “but everything I’m going to assume
