Chapter 11“Lainey!” the shout came from downstairs.
“Coming!” I yelled back, having slipped on my sandals and shorts. The afternoon had become the usual hot and muggy for this time of year. I was anxiously waiting for cooler, dryer fall-like temperatures to invade, noting it would not be soon enough for me. Summer had been long and hot. Besides, I had some new fall sweaters and boots I wanted to wear as soon as the leaves fell off the trees.
Weeks had our hamburgers on buns along with baked beans and chips on colorful plastic plates. All the condiments arranged in the center of the kitchen table to load on whatever you wanted. I would not touch the onions, thank you.
“We aren't eating outside?” I asked, slathering mayo over my bun.
“Too buggy,” my aunt said.
“Yeah. There's only so muc
