TITLE: Troy of Helena
“If Aunt Gutsy is so crazy, why are you dumping us there for the summer! Mom would never ...”
“... Aunt Guts...Aunt Gusty is not crazy. She’s just ...unique.” Dad’s eyes nailed mine in the rear view mirror of the Taurus as we barreled down the Interstate. “Look, Troy,” he said, “We’re lucky to have her in the family.”
“But we’re family now: you, me, Chloe. We should stick together.” How couldn’t he see that? I kicked the back of the passenger seat where my fifteen-year-old sister Chloe sat.
“There won’t be anything to do there,” I said. “No cable. No internet. No ...”
“No whining. Please!” Dad said. “You don’t know what I’d give to spend a month in the country.”
“So do it!” I said, but I knew he wouldn’t.
Augusta Burke was really my Dad’s aunt which made her my great-aunt. Only I didn’t think getting dumped on her farm for the summer was so great. I continued my protest with what I believed was a major point. “She smells.”
Dad sucked in his breath and held it. That’s what he does every time his boss Grimsby calls him at home.
“Show some respect,” he said finally.
Chloe looked over the back of the seat with a big smirk stretched over her perfectly straightened teeth.
“Shut up,” I said to her.
“What did you say?” Dad demanded. “If you don’t straighten up right now, I’ll turn this car around!”
“No, don’t!” Chloe begged.
I grinned. “Yeah.”