I don"t remember driving to my aunt"s house. For all I know, the car drove itself there. On the way, I kept wondering why I"d never asked Aunt Peg about my father, considering that she and my mother had been so close. My mom had always been protective of her younger sister, especially later, when Peg"s divorce left her completely devastated and caring for an autistic son on her own. I"m sure Peg also helped my mom through some rough times, but I was too young to remember. I suppose when you know someone your whole life, it never occurs to you to ask them questions about their past. It would feel weird, like you were interviewing them for a magazine, or like you were just being nosy. Mostly, you assume you already know everything about them. But, as I"m learning, everyone has their secrets.
