"Delayed!" Mom said, disgustedly while scanning the arrival board. "Just like her to make me have to wait around longer."
"I don't think Auntie Sin did that, Mom," I told her from my spot on the end of the bench.
Peering around dad, she pointed at me, "Your aunt's name is Sinclair".
"She always says to call her Sin." I explained.
"Because she doesn't like to admit she's an aunt and a woman in her late thirties. Sin is her slut name."
"Carol." Dad shook his head, "You shouldn't say things like that."
"She's my sister, and I call a spade a spade." She crossed her arms over her chest and gave her blonde hair an indignant toss.
"She's Jake's aunt and she's always been good to him so at least keep your cattiness to yourself."
"Do I tell you how to talk about your sister, Paul?"
"I don'
