A cool wind blew through the waves of long beach grass. The scent of salty air and rotting fish wafted over Adora and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. She was still unloading her things from the car when she was lifted off the ground in a bone crunching hug.
"Oh my goodness look how you've grown!" Aunt Rosie exclaimed. She put the struggling girl down only to bombard her with sloppy kisses. Adora really hadn't grown that much since they last saw each other. In fact Adora Jenkins was quite small for her age, except for her ears which seemed to be growing entirely at their own pace. Adora huffed her shaggy brown hair out of her eyes and tried to rub the stink of cooking Sherry off her face.
"Did you have a nice birthday?" Aunt Rosie grinned. She was a plump round woman with flaming red hair and rather flushed cheeks. She wore a flowery pink apron covered in cat hair with a pair of crochet needles sticking out of the pockets.
"Yes," Adora said without feeling. Adora had just turned ten,
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