Aunt Ruth

Aunt Ruth came to the door in her housedress and hairnet. Her dark hair cropped short allowing only the smallest curl to float free. It was right in the middle of her forehead. A spit curl I think they called it. We would visit her weekly just so see how she was doing. Ruth was said to have bad nerves, a term used then to mean all kinds of things from anxiety to alcoholism. I never really knew what it meant. I think I do now.