Chilly Debby

Once upon a time, there was an aunt named Chilly Debby. When I was just a boy, and content with just feeding the ducks down at the pond, or throwing a frisbee back and forth with my little friends, Debby didn't seem to mind me. (She could even--gasp!--be almost nice!) But as I grew older, and became interested in more Serious, Important things--the Outer World and its Great Happenings, for instance--and even deigned once in a great while to pick up--gasp!--a Book--Chilly Debby began to grow a little uncomfortable. I was still just a boy. . .but I had sprouted a little spot of fuzz on my upper lip: the sign that soon I was finally, at long last, to become a Grown-Up.