It was not a job I was looking forward to!
Aunt Margret was always more than a bit eccentric, and she had that side to her which, well, let’s just say that more than one family member said they were happy she never had any children.
Her storage unit, which was my responsibility, was not pleasant.
Damn, I’d have to call the county about disposing of hazardous waste. And what was up, did she rob a pharmacy?
So there’s her dog Baxter!
What did that say on the mail package, something about remains?
We always wondered where Uncle Harry went…
Word count = 100