Great Aunt Edda and Me

Great Aunt Edda was super friendly when I first arrived. Hugging and kissing me, holding me a bit too long. I was pushing away, because her perfume was overwhelming. I could not breathe, thought I would die in a coma of smelly old woman. She held tight, with the grip of an alligator’s jaw. When we got home, I begged my mother to never take me back She discounted my concerns; Aunt Edda was her favorite aunt. God heard me though; she passed away in her sleep that night.