NineteenAaron chuckled quietly to himself and shook his head as he thought of Peter who seemed to fall in love every time he saw a beautiful woman. It was just too bad he always picked the wrong ones.
“Come in,” Aaron called out to the unexpected knock at his door as he sat at the mahogany desk in his childhood room, of course it looked nothing like the room from his memories. It was now more sophisticated – adult.
Aunt Jane slowly opened the door and entered the room. She was dressed in deep purple and tied around her middle was a vineyard motif apron, the appearance of which made her look a bit like a grape; Aaron smiled.
“Supper's ready,” she announced as she stood in the doorway. “Your mother will be joining us tonight.” A slow smile spread across her face, knowing the news she deli
