another great story from Colours of Madness….
I grew up believing my Father’s sister, my Aunt Diamond was a terrible person because both my parents and my Grandmother, The Devil’s Wife, had told me that she was. It was easy enough to believe because I was small and impressionable plus we lived in Australia and Diamond lived in New Zealand so I had never actually met her and my Father planned on keeping it that way.
My half sister and brother had spent more time with that side of the family and had met her and claimed they didn’t like her either. With no reason to doubt my family, I learned to dislike Diamond by proxy.
Diamond was either oblivious to or didn’t care about what we all thought of her and would ring on occasion to chat to my parents.
Every time a call was answered with “Oh hello Diamond” we’d exchange glares…
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