Gemotions

Aunt Mildred was at it again. This time, it was the porcelain doll collection, the one she’d sworn to leave to all of us. I snorted, hiding the noise behind a cough. She stood in the center of the living room, a diamond brooch winking on her blouse as she announced her plans.

"It's a changing world, dears, a changing world!" Her voice was breathy, punctuated by dramatic pauses. I could almost see the gears turning in her head.

I crossed my arms, feeling my lips twitch. She was expecting a tearful protest, no doubt. Instead, I leaned against the doorframe, a faint smile playing on my face. This was going to be good.