Aunt Kelly's Legacy
Attendance wouldn’t be recorded for the day’s lecture so I finally made the trip out to my late-great-Aunt Kelly’s place. We’d only heard about Kell’s passing a few weeks before and, to be honest, the dust had already settled on the news. She had the dream death - fast asleep, rugged up on her recliner. I couldn’t say she’d played a massive role in my life. That was, until the toaster broke at my share house. We were too broke to buy a new one. My roommates shared my distress of missing out on one of the major food groups: toast. So I called Dad to ask if any of his mates might have a spare.
