I always liked my Aunt Laura. Even though my Dad thought she was a pain in the ass sometimes. To me, she was a terrific character. She was also uncommonly generous. She lived with grandma for years and that could not have been easy.  She lived with us when I was in high school. I don't remember what was the matter with her but she was always nice to me.

She told me that all you need to know in life is how to do one thing well. I told her that I can type well and I can also draw. She said the typing will get me further than the art.

I kept practicing my typing because I wanted to be a typist or a spy. I couldn't decide which one was more exciting.

I had to get some material to write my spy novel. So Aunt Laura told me to take a walk with her and peek in some windows. I didn't know what she meant until we started to peek. I saw some strange and wierd things happening in my own neighborhood just by peeking in a window. Is this against the law? 

 Aunt Laura said it was okay to peek, so why not?

 


Aunt Laura just told me to keep my notebook handy and take notes. We walked slowly up to the first house and crept up to the windows. She quickly peeked in the window.

 

She blushes and her eyes got all wide and she blurts out,

"Mon Dieu!"

And a big smile on her face...

"What do you see? Can I write it down?"

"No!!"

"Can I look?", I say trying to take her hands off my eyes.

"It must be really good if you keep looking in the window."

"Oh yes!!", she whispers. "He, ummm, looks, real good..."

"Who?"

"Nevermind..."


"Aren't we suppose to be getting story ideas for my spy novel?"

"Shhh, you don't want him to find us peeking do you?", Aunt Laura whispers.

"Okay, what did you see?

"Something good...", Aunt Laura smiles..."Now, lets get out of here before we get caught."

She never did tell me what she saw in the window that day, but I can guess.

 

 

 

It's funny how you see a wierd side of your neighbors.  Laura told me to write it down. So I took note of the wierd things my neighbors do.

My heart was beating fast wondering if anyone saw us peeking in the Normands' window, but no one saw us.

I told Laura that family has 9 kids and they sing at a restaurant. Her eyes got really wide, and that laugh of hers, "oh like the Von Trapps?", she chirped...like a lark.

"Exactly!"

"Let's hightail it out of here." and we proceeded to peek in Mrs. Cote's window. I could see Darlene playing with her Barbies and not much else, when out of nowhere, Mrs. Cote, came rushing to the window and screamed
at us.

Laura screamed, grabbed me and ran for dear life

"Hell, that face could scare a monster out of bed!!"

"UGLY!!!"

I can still hear her voice..."Get off my property!!"

That kind of put the kabosh on my spying in my neighborhood...

I didn't know Aunt Laura could run that fast!

What a great spy!