SARAH
“Have you ever liked someone, Aunt Bella?”
Seriously, I was curious because growing up she never brought the men she dated around me. I wasn’t even sure she dated at all because she never talked about any of them once.
“I’ve liked lots of people,” she confirmed, but there was a hint of playfulness in her tone. “There’s Billy Joel, Billy Idol, oh, and I like Macnee. He was a good...”
“I mean actual people,” I interrupted before she went on and on about all the celebrities she used to fawn over when she was a young adult. Heaven knows I’d heard enough stories about them to last me another decade or two, “not celebrities. You’ve never talked about men a lot, at least around me.”
Her expression switched from playful to wistful, like my statement had opened a vault of the past, memor
