"Hi, Auntie." I sat down at the table and set my bag down. "I brought you those lemon cookies you like."
"Harry? Is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me." I slid the container of cookies over to her and she picked one up.
"Where am I?"
"You're at home, Auntie."
"Where's Declan?" She inspected it thoroughly. "Is he still at work?"
"Yes, he'll be home later."
She shook her head with a sigh. "When your mother and I were 17 our father would beat us if we weren't home by seven."
"Uh Huh."
"Where's your homework?"
"I finished it."
She lifted her head and stared at me with wild eyes. My head turned to the left when she slapped me. "Didn't I tell you I'd help you?"
The security guard lingering at the door took a step closer in caution. "It's all right." I assured quietly. "I brought s
