“didn’t know what I would do if I lost Aunt Ginny. We’d gone through a lot together. I’d fully expected her to be honored by Al Roker and the Smucker’s jelly people one day. Sass and stubbornness were all that was holding her together, and they don’t have a pill for that yet if it fails. She had been good to me my whole life. My mother dumped me on her doorstep when I was a kid. She had raised me, and I repaid her with a hasty exodus the moment the ink was dry on my high school diploma. If I could take it all back for a few more years with her, I would do it in a blink. Now I was responsible for her well-being.”