Aunties Apartment House For Women

Her apartment house was shaped like a tall woman’s boot. I could see why she chose to live there, it did in fact suit. Her disposition, her opinions, her ideals and her attitude. Being inside with her, reading, put me into a powerful mood. Women power forever! My assertive, opinionate Aunt Bertie said. She had the attitude of Rosie the Riveter firmly stashed in her head. I inherited her apartment, although my name is not Francine, but Fred. The only man to live here. With the women’s antics, my face is usually red.