Continued...Part 2

But seriously, my inability to ring my own Aunt's doorbell, the ridiculous nervousness that I felt- inconsequential. It really started three days after my arrival, when the staircase and I had a stare down. The staircase was one flight of stairs, skinny with a very rickety railing. You see, the thing about this staircase is that it was the second one in the house, and it was the one I couldn't go up. It doesn't make sense does it? In a house with two staircases, they should both lead to relatively the same place. So my Aunt Jane had a secret room, or maybe even a secret world up there, and all I had to do was go up that staircase. It was killing me, not knowing, so I asked. Hesitantly, I said, "Aunt Jane?"
"Yes, hun?" She replied.
"How come your house has two staircases, and how come I can only go up one?"
"Kid, you don't worry about that staircase, there isn't anything up there."
I hate it when adults call me kid.
"But, Aunt Jane, you can tell me any secret you got, I won't speak a word, look," I said holding up my hands, "no crosses count."
"Run along and play now, tonight, we're going to cook a huge meal and I'm going to need your help."
Just like an adult, even if they are really awesome, to send me off to play when they don't want to answer my questions.