Hey, you've got to be strong, you'd better hold on
Don't worry about it, don't you know that things are gonna change
Oh, but you've got to be a man, you've got to take a stand
Don't ever feel that, you can make it baby
- Only the Strong Survive by Jerry Butler
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Maine's air was much different from ours. It was moist and heavy and it felt like I was choking to death. There were people every where and it smelled like moose crap.
"Welcome to Maine darling." Aunt Fiona said to be as we were getting out of the cab that drove us from the airport.
Aunt Fiona's house was pretty nice. She lived in a 3-story house that had a million windows. There were four cars parked in the garage. A BMW, a Lexus, a Lambo, and a Hummer.
"Whose cars are those?" I asked.
"The BMW is mine, the Lexus is my daughters, the Lambo is my son's, and the Hummer is my husbands." she explained.
"Oh." I said looking down at my hands.
Apparently Aunt Fiona's husband, Bert Smith, was loaded. I wasn't interested in where it came from, but, I knew that whatever it was, it was a killer business.
"You'll be staying in the guest room beside Courtney's room." Aunt Fiona said to me as we were walking up the sidewalk.
"Who's Courtney?" I asked.
"My daughter. Oh, Daniel's my son."
"Nice to know." I said as we entered her house.
"Mom!" a teenage voice yelled from the top of the stairs.
A brunette, brown eyed girl ran down the steps to greet her mother.
"Hey Courtney. Glad you've missed me." she said, putting her bags down and giving her daughter a hug.
Bert & Daniel came out of the kitchen and greeted Aunt Fiona.
"Bert, Daniel, Courtney, this is Angelica. My niece."
"Hi. It's so nice to finally meet you." Courtney said, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Bert." He said, extending his hand for a shake. I hesitantly shook it.
"Daniel." He nodded.
"Daniel. Courtney. Why don't you two show Angelica up to her room?" Aunt Fiona insisted.
Daniel gently took my bags from me.
"C'mon up." Courtney said, grabbing my hand and guided me along upstairs.
Daniel made it up to the guest room before we did. He simply put the bags at the end of the bed and walked out.
"Here's your room." Courtney said as we entered the room.
The room was a burnt orange color. The bed was a queen and was white and caramel. The desk to the left of the room was a creamy color with a DELL laptop on it. The television across from the bed was 36" inch flat screen and was next to the closet that was a little smaller than a walk in closet.
