Mom added, “I know who you’re taking about.”
Aunt Sally nodded. “I’ve never told anyone this before. I guess I always felt it was nobody’s business but Marty’s, but it seems relevant now, and there’s nothing about it Marty should feel embarrassed about anyway.” Aunt Sally took a deep breath and patted her thighs as she slowly exhaled. “Well, one time when Mom and Dad were out, and I got home early from…” She distractedly waved her hands. “I don’t know—somewhere or other. Anyway, the point is, they weren’t expecting me yet.”
“So, Marty and Billy…?” Aunt Betty said.
“Right. I waltzed into the rec room and they were making out. They were too involved to notice me—thank goodness, because I don’t know what I would’ve said—so I just backed the hell out of there as quickly as I could.”
“Did you ever say anything to him?” Mom asked.
Aunt Sally shook her head. “That was sometime in his senior year, if I remember right. I was a junior, and you two were married with kids by then.”