My Aunt's Kitchen

October 24, 1982: Today my aunt and I had a long conversation in her kitchen. It's my favorite room in the house. The walls are painted a baby shade of blue, the kitchen table is light green, the chairs are a little darker. There's a a door that opens onto the patio. It's a room with a homey feel to it, and I don't think it's because of anything having to do with food.
Anyway, my aunt and I talked. She wants to know why I don't want to go back to San Francisco. I made some sort of an excuse about my not being able to change the return date unless I pay a fine. That's not exactly true because I could only buy a one-way ticket with the money I got from the sale of the jewelry. I don't want to go back to the same old, same old. Trying to help her is another reason.