The week had flown by quickly. I had stood in the warm morning sun watching family arrive, just waiting for my cousin Becky to show. We were the same age and more than just family; we were best friends. Aunt Penelope was my Mom’s sister; she was O.K. Uncle Thad was cool, though. He let us girls be ourselves, and as long as we weren’t hurting anyone or breaking any laws, he didn’t have too much to say. Aunt Penelope was mo...