The Grey Life
Fourth Edition, April 2015
Copyright 2006 by Adam Wasserman
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When I was a little boy mother would sometimes allow me to escape our luxurious residence in Riverdale and her high-handed discipline and visit my Aunt Flora in the country. It was with reluctance, though, that she let me go. Aunt Flora was somewhat rebellious, even after the accident, and not well trusted in the family. Now that I know better I understand that of all of us she alone resisted the barbarous manner in which we were raised. That's not to say she was unaffected. Grandmother left none of us unscathed.