I never get visitors," she said sadly, as she put on the kettle and started emptying her shopping trolley.I never thought about the elderly people who... live alone. My aunt does, I wonder if she feels the same, for few of our family visit her, mainly because she is that miserable and long-faced. She is my mother's oldest sister and their ages are seventeen years apart. Aunt Katrina never married; I suppose no-one could stand her sharp tongue."Your shirt will be dry soon son," she said looking at. “I need money again”“Why, aren’t you working?”She began crying, “I was fired!”“Why?”“Well, it’s a long story and I don’t feel like telling all of it right now. I need money, though.”“How much?”“A lot.” she replied.“Ok, well, you know what you have to do, right?”“Yes, yes, fuck niggers, right?”“Right!” “So, you need a lot of money which I’m willing to help you with, but I’m pimpin your white pussy out to black men, do you understand me?”“Yea”“I don’t want to hear no bullshit or excuses from you. I hear Ron say. Cindy stands and pushes her chair back getting ready to leave. I don’t know what transpired above me but soon I see Cindy is struggling as I watch her feet move about on the floor in front of my face. There is some laughter from the trio as Bart and Ron hold Cindy back in her effort to leave the kitchen. I’m watching Cindy’ feet move about as she, Ron and Bart play their game of Tug - O - War. Cindy’ dress comes to the middle of her calves now that she is. Will he still like her? Has she gained weight since he’s seen her? Does he care how she looks on the out side? She turns the car off, takes a deep breath, and opens the door to her car and starts to walk towards the designated cottage. She pauses before knocking and takes another breath of cold air. She can’t believe it’s been a year since he’s touched her with those hands. She closes her eyes and tries to remember the last time they were together, remembering it was the last night she was in.