“Oh My….. Well I suppose it’s nice, if you like that sort of thing.” Aunt Maud’s loud and obvious disapproval hung over the small company, itching under our skin, her acid eyes full of spite. Jess visibly blushed and wriggled in her chair. I cringed inwardly as Mother lost all her colour, she looked away out of the window, eyes bright, yet distant, biting her trembling lip.
I found myself, once more wondering why. Why we subjected ourselves to the scorn of this woman, year after year.
I stood, avoiding eye contact with the bitter virago, asking breezily “Tea anyone?”
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