Staying close to my sister (and mom) part 3
The doorbell chimed loudly as I sat in the living room, accompanied by Mom and Elizabeth. Usually, we’d be fucking like animals right about now, but we just sat, watching some bland TV show like a regular, boring family. We hadn’t talked much all day, instead each of us brooded gloomily. We dreaded what was to come in the next few weeks; Aunt Sally and Amanda were supposed to stay with us for a while, since the two had been evicted from their apartment. Mom invited them to stay with us until Aunt Sally got back on her feet. She had yet to tell Elizabeth and me exactly why they were evicted, but I had the feeling it was something to do with bat-shit crazy Amanda. Aunt Sally and Mom were sisters, but despite living …