You may not believe my story, and I don't care if you do. I know what happened and what we found out in that forbidden room. Disaster struck in the summer of 1965 when, like a migrating goose, my wackadoodle Great Aunt Polly arrived from New Mexico with her signature eye patch matching the enormous turquoise muumuu barely stretching over her bulk. Mom assigned Kitty and me as indentured servants...