The Ballad of Brighid of Atlanta Chapter 1 | Page 20

So, at first, I thought it was just strange that we were putting
up this “long-lost aunt” in our spare room. But it got stranger.

Well, of course it got stranger.

“Aunt Callie” slept non-stop. Like, never woke up. For three
days. she didn’t eat or drink or go to the can. She smelled.
And of course, this all took some explaining to the girls. And
at this point, I still didn’t know the whole deal.

We told the girls that the old lady was Bridget’s aunt
and that she needed our help. That’s pretty much all
Bridget told me for a while. So here we are, hosting
a half-dead homeless lady. Okay. Whatever.

SCRAM you
little monkeys!
Go set the table or
something! You’re
underfoot!

But sooner or later, things
need to be explained.