15My sister Bonnie lived with her five children and the occasional boyfriend in a little white house in Dale Borough. It was a decent downtown neighborhood, cramped but safe, lower class but well kept by neighbors who still took pride in their humble surroundings.
The house had been handed down by a spinster aunt who’d always been Bonnie’s number one fan. Bonnie had been named after her, in fact, and had gone to live with her after graduating high school, before cranking out the kids. Now the place was all Bonnie’s.
When I pulled up in my rent-a-car, the house looked quiet enough. There were three cars in the driveway--Mom’s sea-foam green Toyota Camry, Baba Tereska’s new blue hybrid Prius, and Charlie’s ancient white Chevy van. I saw lights through the curtains inside the house, bu
