In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Audience of One.”
Years ago, I moved to Ft. Worth, Texas, to my aunt and uncle’s , while I looked for a job and a place of my own. At this time, my uncle was part owner of a country club and generally was at the club during the evenings.
My Aunt Betty decided to go to bed early one night so I went into my bedroom and started getting ready for bed. Suddenly, I thought of something I needed to ask my aunt.
I went to her bedroom door and decided I would only knock lightly. If she was already in bed and asleep, I didn’t want to wake her. I waited for a few minutes and she didn’t respond so I decided to wait and ask her about it in the morning.
I went back into my room, turned off…
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