Jessica Gray

The Five Tasks of Hera Clees

I only met Aunt Helene once. It was a very brief visit, but I remember her piercing eyes penetrating me in a way that felt very intrusive, demanding that I give up every secret and thought I held in my seven-year-old brain. She was rumored to be extraordinarily rich. Nobody in my family ever cared about the details of how this grocery cashier made her fortune. They all sucked up to her.