Aunt May Novels & Stories

Raven recalled moments Aunt May would just sit with tea and watch the birds, the statue and the joyful growing of the spring plants in the yard. “What are you doing just standing there?” Most days her still brown hair was swept up into a plastic clasp. “Come give your favorite aunt a hug,” Without wasting any more time, Raven embraced her aunt warmly, and Louis and Tessa watched the scarce play out. “But you’re our only aunt,” Raven smiled as they broke off the hug. “Aren’t I still your favorite?” She questioned, and Raven nodded her head in reply. “Anna!” Aunty May exclaimed. She never used Raven’s middle name, unless she did something wrong. “What did I tell