He didn’t answer her at once, because broaching the subject of Aunt Zizi was tricky territory. He had questioned his mother many times in the past about her blindspot where Aunt Zizi was concerned and he sensed there was a story there, something she wouldn’t or couldn’t talk about.

Instead, he looked around the room and thought for a moment about his grandmother. She had decorated this room and nothing had been changed after she passed away. Their family believed that her spirit and exuberance remained alive in this room, and it was this exuberance that Aunt Zizi had inherited, only ten times over.

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