February 11, 2017 by dellanioakes
“Eat before it gets cold, Hana. I’m fine, just tired. It’s always like coming home here,” Aunt Enid said.
“Yeah, you don’t have Mom hovering around like a preppie vulture waiting for one of us to make a mistake.”
Hana hadn’t really meant to say it quite that way, but Enid almost exploded with laughter.
“Oh, my dear! If that isn’t the best way to describe Elaine! Hana’s mother makes Martha Stewart look like—”
“Andy Warhol?” Hana supplied helpfully.
“Exactly! I was thinking Jackson Pollack, but that’s even better. She’s such a stiff.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes