Knock, knock.
Katty jumped. No one ever knocked at her bedroom door in her trailer house. “Noell.” She swallowed. So awkward. “You don’t need to knock. This is your house. Your Gamma’s room.”
Noell peeked in and shook her head. “No. It’s yours and Bea’s room now. My room is upstairs.”
Bea jumped in. “And it’s awesome. Wa-a-a-ay up the steps. It’s so clean and all put away.”
Noell laughed and shrugged. “I’m kind of a neat freak. Well … I’m probably what people would call a germaphobe.”
Katty blinked and glanced around Gamma’s room.
Noell laughed again. “I know. Gamma was a hoarder and I’m a germaphobe. Quite a contrast. Quite an interesting way to live.”
This young woman, her new cousin was a lot deeper than Katty ever realized. Her mom and the nightmares. Being a germaphobe. What el
