Chapter 8
October 23, 1988
Dear Drew,
We made it to Allentown and to my Aunt Barbara’s house. I never knew I had an Aunt Barbara until now. I asked my mom how we’re related but she never told me. Could be we aren’t related at all because there aren’t any family photos of my mom around. I guess it doesn’t matter because Aunt Barbara is happy to have us. I think she was lonely living by herself.
Anyway, Aunt Barbara is really old, like probably eighty or something. She’s got a big house with enough bedrooms, so I have my own. I wish you could come visit. I think you would like Aunt Barbara. She carries these butterscotch candies in her apron pocket and gives me one every time she sees me. It’s kinda funny, because she’ll give me one at breakfast and another a few hours later when we pass
