"She looked at me. "That happened to me, too. As I got older, stuff started to taste sweeter. There are things that I liked as a kid that make me feel...sick, now. You must be getting old." What does that mean for you?" Smartass." She smiled when she said it.I usually read the comics in the morning, so no one paid much attention when I started to read the rest of the paper, too. At about a quarter to nine, I looked up and saw it was shaping up to be a nice day in November, traditionally a gray. . . and I dismissed it unfairly,” she said in a soft sexy voice, a tease, but one he really liked. “You shouldn’t have done that, Mrs. Rooney. It hurt my feelings.”“Oh, Vic! I’m so sorry about that,” she said while taking his hands inside hers. “Please, honey! Call me Margaret!”Vic said earlier that he hadn’t kissed Eddie’s mother. Well, he lied about that too, well sort of. He didn’t kiss her the first time they fucked on the pile of laundry in the basement. Inside her bedroom and on her. ”“Alright, can we see her?” John askedMrs. Hayes asked, “Which her?”An excited Ed answered, “Either, both, whatever.”Laughing at Ed, Leroy said, “Let’s see the mother and then the daughter.”The elderly couple led them to a hospital room. Kelly was lying in the bed with the baby in her arms. Ling and Linda were on the other side of the bed looking at the baby. She grinned when her husbands entered the room and said, “Sorry to ruin dinner plans. You can blame little Beth here.”There was a gasp. Coming up hard herself, had given her that most precious of gift—The gift of understanding.The years of the 1930's passed slowly. All the families developed a closeness. No one had much but they were always willing to share what they did have with others.Aunt Bessie in time became the go-to person when anyone was ill. She knew how to help deliver babies, nurse people back to health. People trusted her judgment in most everything else as well.I could go on forever writing about Aunt Bessie's.