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"Your mother wants to talk with you," Auntie May said, handing me the
phone. Aunt May was new in my life, recently married to my Uncle and
she and I did not get along. Aunt May was only 27, a trophy wife, just
nine years older than my 18 years and she thought she was "all that."
Real snide and condescending to me.
But she was an adult, my "elder" and I was raised to obey and respect all adults...or else.
Which was why I was shaking when I took the phone, hearing my angry mother's voice, "Rachel! How could you!?"
"Shoplifting? You have one minute to explain yourself young lady!"