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Aunt Eleanor confesses a bit of information about Charlie's mom and what life was like with a wild baby sister. How times have changed.

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“When I was fifteen and Elizabeth was five, I found it necessary to lock my bedroom door because her clever little fingers found ways into my drawers, jewelry box, make-up supplies, nothing was sacred.

One day I brought my beau home, the house so quiet I assumed no one was home and we’d have some privacy," she paused, " hormones, you know.” No nod from me because I never intended to do what she described since I’d  taken a private vow of celibacy and guys with a hard on could go fuck themselves.

“ I forgot to lock the door and we were carrying on as young people do when we heard giggling right behind us and we both looked up to find little Elizabeth waving my lingerie around and dancing.”

She looked serious and I wanted to crack up so I asked what happened.

“Even as a teen, my beau appreciated the humor but it was the year of my coming out and Stuart said it was unseemly so we never indulged again until we married five years later.”

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Hi everyone. Another six from RECONSTRUCTING CHARLIE. She arrives in Chicago at the home of relatives never seen or heard of before.

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Mom’s letter in hand, I rang and chimes echoed somewhere in the house as a  man dressed in a dark suit opened the door; Uncle Stuart?

“Yes?” he said, this man of few words.

A woman who looked familiar, an older version of Mom and much better-dressed, walked down a curved staircase and moved like she floated on a cloud toward me. She stopped and cried out, “Elizabeth,” with arms outstretched, she embraced me.

With hands so soft, they’d never washed a dish, she held me at arm’s length and said, “Elizabeth’s daughter.”

“Edgar, please take her bags upstairs to the first guest room. Thank you.”

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I heard the television turned up loud before I opened the door. The front door banged open hard enough to rattle dishes in the cabinet; Mom’s treasure—a painted porcelain egg—rolled to the edge, teetered for a second and fell end over end to the hardwood floor to crack with the force of a bomb. Mom stared at broken pieces from a life she had long ago and her face turned white, every freckle showing. He staggered around waving a tire iron in the air; muscled from working a jackhammer for the city all his sorry life and ugly drunk.  Cursing, he went after Mom but this time I was ready to wrestle it out of his filthy hands and hit him good. He lay torn up, didn’t move, blood everywhere on Mom’s clean kitchen.

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