My mother-in-law had the metabolism of a hummingbird. As a result, her husband and both children were spoiled beyond belief. She ran a doctor’s office as well as her own household and juggled whatever balls were hurled at her. She was like a machine. On Thursdays the doctor’s office was closed. She would hop in her huge Buick and drive like a mad woman, first to pick up her sister who was like herself high octane and thin as a rail (but didn’t drive) then over to our place to pick up our little boy who was not yet 2. The wife was in law school and sternly instructed that Nona and Aunt Margaret were under no circumstances allowed in the house unsupervised. This is because on the first Thursday they showed up, the 2 of them went through our house cleaning and scrubbing as . though they’d been entranced. The toddler and I were just standing there staring at the wonder of it when the phone rang. It was the wife calling to see if the girls had arrived yet to pick up our boy. When I began to describe the hurricane of activity in the apartment, the wife went ballistic. “GET THEM OUT OF THERE. They’re only doing that to go through our things!” I was shocked. “What things? We don’t have ANYTHING.” “You idiot. Put my mother on the phone NOW”. I did as ordered. The mother in law put the receiver to her ear, listened long enough to determine that she wasn’t interested in hearing anymore, slammed the phone in the cradle, turned to me and said “Here, baby, take this thing and put it in the closet for Nona”. Once more—- I did as I was told. Anyway, the exhibition proceeded for perhaps another 20 minutes. The 2 demons then swept up my boy, installed him in the car seat, wheeled down the driveway, fishtailed into the street then squealed around the corner. Nona died last year at 96. Aunt Margaret is still alive , now 95, living in Minnesota, and at last report, still not in jail.