Chapter 6
Once Jay finally headed out—meaning all of Auntie Venus’s absurdly good cookies were gone—Kim got herself settled in at her desk in the corner of the living room.
Or at least the old oak breakfast nook table she was referring to as her desk. She hadn’t done much of anything there so far besides aimlessly rearranging what little she’d scattered around.
The surface was nicely aged after decades of serving Auntie Venus and each of her husbands, as well as hosting countless game nights for all the nieces, nephews, and cousins. Kim remembered quite clearly the night she’d caught Jay using one of the ancient jacks Auntie Venus let them play with to gouge his initials into the tan surface.
She felt a little guilty decades later for telling his parents, pulling them away from their a
