Chapter 37
Sally was the youngest of the three sisters, and quite a bit younger than Mom and Aunt Betty. There’d been a brother, Marty, between Betty and Sally, but I hadn’t seen him since I was about five years old, so I barely remembered him.
Mom didn’t like to talk about it. His disappearance had hit her hard. Mom’s parents had died when I was a teenager. I’d been scared to death of them when I was younger, but had simply avoided them when I’d gotten older. I’d never been able to figure out how that cantankerous couple had produced such cheerful and kind children.
Apparently, there’d been a big shouting match between Marty and my grandparents shortly after he’d turned eighteen. He’d taken off afterward without telling anyone where he was going.