We all like to tell stories and torture our loved ones at family gathering. I like it far too much. It came to pass that one of my adorable young (at that time) relatives had come to me for a visit. I will keep his name out of this but will let all the Dodge Family off the hook! Let us just say that Dollar Stores had not yet proliferated especially in his country. Of a day, we did indeed go to the Dollar Store. We had separated and from his aisle I heard the happy scream of a banshee calling out, “Auntie, Auntie, look at this!!!” I made my way to him to see what had delighted him so very much. I should have known having once had boyfriends of a similar vintage. My ecstatic boy had found the condoms!!! They were in long rows by the dozens. In the midst of all this joy, he yells out … “I am buying all of them.” Well, he would have needed every cent of his First Communion money for that transaction so a reasonable stash was settled upon. I was really quite pleased that he was savvy enough to take care of business … and especially happy now that he has a wonderful wife and beautiful family. Who knows from what that fateful trip to America’s Dollar Store saved our dear boy. Auntie loves you.