Chapter 14, Radio
"Aunt Marie will be here this afternoon for the weekend," my mother announced one day when I came home from school. I didn't like Aunt Marie very much. She always called me "young boy" with that commanding tone of hers, and then she would tell me what to do or not to do. But I did like Vivi her older son, Ines her daughter, Avram, and little dumb Motke. Vivi is three years older than me. He was strong, and he knews things that old people know. Ines is one year older than me. She is very pretty, and she loved to tell scary stories at night after Mom shut the lights. Avram is Avi's age. He is nice. And little dumb Motke is only two-and-a half years old. One day when they came to visit us, Aunt Marie put Motke in an orange crate to play, (we didn't have a crib for him, and he was little anyway), Avi gave him peanuts. The poor thing almost choked. He stuffed them all in his mouth and didn't know what to do with them. Luckily for him, Aunt Marie walked in...