Dad took me down to Aunt Rhoda’s on a Saturday afternoon, and I remember it as a particularly colorful day, a good day to introduce us. All I had seen of Rhoda before were candid pictures she didn’t want to be in. She always wore black and had bad teeth and a crooked nose. She looked mean. When she opened the door I screamed, thinking, not the witch!
That afternoon, Rhoda taught me how to play lawn darts. When she got the call about what dad did to himself and Mom when he got home, Rhoda told me the truth.
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Title by: David S.
Story by: Nick
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