Chapter 19
“Some would agree that it turned out to be the saddest tragedy in our family,” Aunt Sassy says. “I loved Chavon and Michael. We would gamble and drink together. They were my best girlfriends.” She finds my face with a palm and rubs my cheek. “That blond. I think his name is Jason. Did you marry him yet?”
“His name is Jamie. And we’re not married. We barely get along.”
“You’re not married yet,” she quips, squeezing one of my cheeks. “Soon you will be. Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding, if I’m alive. You know how I love weddings. Chavon and Michael had the sweetest wedding. Just the three of us. Of course, it wasn’t legal back then, but they wanted to have one anyway.”