Chapter 12
“Where are you going, Auntie Libby?”
She turned to me and smiled. It didn’t look like one of her real smiles, but I was glad to see it regardless. “The used bookstore. Your uncle asked me to find him a few choice paperbacks.”
“Oh,” I said, thinking ‘Thank God!’ I didn’t want to go back to the cottage in silent shame.
“Tiffany,” my aunt asked as we crossed the road. “Do you like to read?”
“Depends on the book,” Tiffany replied. “I don’t like books that are boring.”
Aunt Libby laughed, and it sounded fake, but I didn’t care and I don’t think Tiffany even noticed. “Well, everyone’s idea of what’s interested and what’s boring is different.”
“Different strokes for different folks,” I said, and a sudden ache came over me. I hadn’t realized how much I missed TV.
When we
