Laura and I grinned. She said, “Well, ‘older children, ‘ will this house do for us?” All three brightened to realize that we planned to keep t...hem with us. They looked at each other and then nodded at us.We carried our cases to the front porch. Everyone cheered since it was a start, I guess. We went from house to house with Bert and Ed making recommendations for what each contained and people volunteering to live in that particular house together. We filled all the houses.Laura and I moved into. Or murder? And you have to do it, or so help me God, I’ll blow off your cock right now!” Aunt Myra insisted, just before Lindsay attacked her with a lamp.“That’s for killing the only Daddy that I ever knew, cutting him, and cuckolding him with that prick Barry, my sperm donor! Daddy was a wicked man, but at least he was never that cold and heartless to you as you were to him!” Lindsay tossed me the shotgun.“Now, Karen, your turn to choose. Which one to save? Stepdaddy ... or auntie?” I turned. "I saw him nod in my peripheral vision. "I'll be waiting. Just in case."I walked away without another word. I went straight to my tent, crawling in and collapsing on my bedroll. I barely managed to unbuckle my chest piece before I passed out.I didn't hear anything for the rest of the night, but my subconscious must have been listening, because when the song I'd chosen was played in the tent next to mine, it haunted my dreams. I couldn't remember the images when I woke, but the melody of Shania. “Yes, yes, Aunt Delia. Everything is fine. Well, almost. I mean you know,” she said.“Yes, your daddy David,” she said.“Yes,” said Jenna.“The time will come when you will be together again,” said Aunt Delia. “I know it.”Jenna sighed. “I hope so, it has been so long and so many things have happened and he has done so much for us, especially me, and all any of us seem to do is to make his life harder. How can that be, Aunt Delia. I mean it makes no sense. We, especially me, have no intention of.