I have a confession to make; the unorthodox Aunt Fey of Ring of Lies and Fey Goes to Jail fame was based upon my mother's older sister, Evelyn.
One of eleven kids, Aunt Evelyn is the free spirit. There are so many Evelyn stories, I am not sure where to start. I guess I should tell you that the ‘hot blue diamond’ in Ring of Lies is real (though not the stolen part).
Aunt Evelyn gave me the ring which is probably why my subconscious wrote her core personality into the story, I promise it wasn’t intentional.
I spent most summers with Aunt Evelyn and her kids. We ate every breakfast at this little restaurant that drew every quirky character a cozy mystery author could imagine and most of them knew Evelyn by name.
After breakfast, we’d either go back to her house to swim or go shopping. Lunch was hotdogs or cold cuts and dinner was usually at Perkins. Evelyn rarely bought groceries. She drank her coffee black so if you visited and wanted cream, you were handed the little creamers she took from Perkins or McDonalds.
Napkins. Oh, my goodness. Her grown son once sheepishly showed me his linen closet and the tower of toilet paper housed inside. Why? Because he said he was traumatized as a child; there was hardly ever any toilet paper at Evelyn’s. A stack of McDonald’s napkins sat on the toilet tank if you were lucky. Everyone knew to look before you sat.
Aunt Evelyn is the nicest person you will ever meet. She will do anything for you and give you her last dime. But she is slightly off-beat to the rest of us and that’s okay because the world would be a dull place without the ‘characters’ of this world.
Ps: so many more stories of Aunt Evelyn to tell. Like the time she got into metal detecting and wandering through abandoned houses, used by drug dealers. Or the time we all went to Toronto for vacation and she and mom got lost during check in and ended up going through the ballroom during a black tie event toting a giant cooler held together with duct tape and brown paper bags overflowing with generic potato chips.